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twinkling end
By squench
when
you
lose
every
color
of
your
dream
and
each
smell
of
hope
the
weight
of
pain
rests
mockingly
on
you
greedily,
you
slide
your
fingers
into
the
corners
of
isolation
and
lick
the
moist
love
of
despair
-dry-
then
those
tastes
dwell
long
enough
to
capture
all-
memories
black
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Copyright 2005 squench
Published on Saturday, October 1, 2005.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
i really like how this was written..it gave me a pause and left me chasing after the next line.
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On Saturday, October 1, 2005, redtearswhitesnow
(79)
wrote:
MMMM wonderful,i agree with Jerrica,i do like your original style.You always say so much with so little.
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A former member wrote:
*sighs with contented frustration* If only it were possible to rid oneself of memories...instead, it's a memory that keeps one isolated and alone. Wonderful job. *Evangel*
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On Thursday, October 13, 2005, Serenity
(469) wrote:
You may not be able to rid yourself ofa memory, but if you can admit to it aloud then it won't bother you as much. This was a wonderful write with a deep meaning.
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On Saturday, October 1, 2005, veingo
(533) wrote:
it's short, but the thoughts it brings to mind just go on and on. great job.
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On Saturday, October 1, 2005, NikesRain
(1298) wrote:
intriguing "greedily, you slide your fingers into the corners of isolation..." outstanding....very nicely done and presented
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