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Distance....
By Spiritus_Frumenti
Every now and then,
The joyful laughter of playing children
Echoes through the walls,
Lingering within the paint,
A constant reminder
Of a far more distant childhood
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Every so often, winds,
Holding a ravel of hair, insisting,
To permeate through decadence
And the reasons why nothing is here
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But alone in my despair,
In these enclosures of buried engravings
Lost words and painful memories
Lying beyond experiences of the world,
In many ways I cease to be alive
When my mind only envisions
And my eyes can only drift beside...
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Copyright © Juan Antonìo Thomas, 2004
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Copyright 2004 Spiritus_Frumenti
Published on Tuesday, May 4, 2004.
Filed under:
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Comments on "Distance...."
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On Wednesday, August 14, 2013, Deadlights
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wrote:
wonderful format, very reminiscent.
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On Thursday, September 2, 2004, steuss
(92) wrote:
I really enjoy this, it is incredibly thought-provoking. The words you've chosen here fit incredibly well. Well done!
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On Thursday, May 6, 2004, Solace
(1069) wrote:
Hahahahaha "what could hide behind these whitewashed walls, the joy of laughter or the shedding of tears..." I enjoyed this immensely, held a sense of my self inside it. Glorious
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On Tuesday, May 4, 2004, birdwell
(140) wrote:
this is a truly great write, full of the dark emotions i so enjoy ~db~
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