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By Zahtsk
Traveling down a hall... Blurred visions.. A quest unknown, unanswered. The soul seeks it, but you do not know what it is. Love is not the quest or the key to. An art... to hunt.. to looks for that that is too far gone. Too unknown. An alien idea. To find a home, deep in this abyss? No, rest. No, home. To hope. To die in this place empty and cold, sweet hearts no long stand as strong. We enter, we leave. One by one. A quest incomplete a quest started, unknown. To end, like this?
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Copyright 2004 Zahtsk
Published on Thursday, August 26, 2004.
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"Poetry"
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On Saturday, August 28, 2004, elisa
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wrote:
this is the hall in Pink Floyds 'The Wall' ...wonderful poem:) elisa
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On Thursday, August 26, 2004, Northstar
(375) wrote:
I really like the feel of this piece. However, in my very humble opinion the line "To die in this place empty and cold, sweet hearts no long stand as strong"
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On Thursday, August 26, 2004, Northstar
(375) wrote:
doesnt make sense to me and it seems to not fit with the rest of this. Well done overall,though,I can really relate to the space you are writing from
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On Thursday, August 26, 2004, mysticventures
(538) wrote:
very well done - describing a place where most of us spend our time
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A former member wrote:
Your mind must work in such an intelligent philosophical way to have come up with this. Either that, or you're drugged up. Whichever way, good write. ~Wish Upon A Star
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On Thursday, August 26, 2004, Anth
(1133) wrote:
this was a joyous ride,space odysey like,in an inertia of confusion
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