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Slave
By cyan9
All the beauty on this Earth
Could not drown out this pain,
For I am locked in a world without you,
I am locked into this beauty again.
Wandering from glen to gorge
And finding myself at the waters edge,
I pray for another’s company,
I pray to be let out from my head.
I spy the light of a cottage,
And in its warm aura I revel.
The oaken door creaks with age
As I gaze upon the open flames.
Remnants of keepsakes burn,
Ablaze with maps to your location,
Again I dream of meeting real people;
But everyone in this world is hollow.
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Copyright 2005 cyan9
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On Wednesday, August 17, 2005, elisa
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wrote:
nobody is allowed to be real it makes the politically correct people or FAKE people feel ashamed....i'd kill'em all if i could.
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On Wednesday, August 17, 2005, serotonin lost
(145) wrote:
Again I dream of meeting real people;/But everyone in this world is hollow. i loved this!! ties up this piece so well, great write and i hope you find someone real...
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On Thursday, September 29, 2005, cyan9
(7) wrote:
Thanks for the consideration, this is a relatively new piece that looks back at myself about 5-10 years ago. And yes I have found people that are at the least less than hollow...
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