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The sleeping truth
Contributed by
sheri
on
Thursday, 1st April 2004 @ 04:23:18 PM in AEST
Topic:
LoveRemembered
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Dreams crowd into my waking hours bridal annoucements make their way to me turning my superimposed smile sour in one month and twenty five days will be the day he threw away my flowers and he poured out the truth in a druken haze he didn't love me for any reason under any sun sometimes while a sleep I lock him my tower throwing away the broken key but some how he is always set loose to play uncensored with my memory angels gather around to fight over my heart while blue lobster grins singing" remember me" he's not the marrying type grandmother shouts stepping back into the gaint oak tree he loves another whipers my apathic cat " but when will I be free " I scream at his wide black back mother calls out patiently to just let it be over and over as she dances with buddha father tells me there is a hidden fee as hands his cerebral cortex to St. Peter, love drops my affection in a collection box for tea mumbling someone else will enoy it more than me retching from my new found misery I bolt awake to discover the meaning of alone.
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sheri
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2004-04-01 16:23:18] (Date/Time posted on
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