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[aid] => mick
[title] => Jaded Siren
[time] => 2004-10-10 23:14:23
[hometext] => .....she comes swiftly.....only once i've been left.....vulnerable....alone....and hiding......
[bodytext] => Rush me on through it then I just sit and spin I can no longer muddle through it no avenues left to my chagrin. Everyone's in such a hurry no one savors the game they all talk their talk while I'm left high and lame. It's always the same old story when I step out from behind my wall in the the end there's only me left to worry about the gift no one wants.....so I heed her call. Rush me on through it leave me to sit and spin cannot find a way around it no streetcar for her sin. She's calling me from within the forest chasing shadows away from the sun she's banking on who's gonna win first I know if it's to be her...... I'm clearly done. She's an evil jaded siren with a haughty grin who only threatens after they've all gone away she fuels the fire for the dangerous soul within taunting me....this time she's come to stay. Rush me on through it push and prod and spin alone I cannot do it but she'll help me fathom the sin. She's patient and so very cunning waiting 'til they break down the walls and leave once she possesses me I'll be quite stunning ceasing to need the quest to retrieve. Her voice is heady and calming as she makes the little girl sleep inside the futility's not so alarming when she says inside her.....I can hide. Rush me swiftly through it wrong angle, difficult spin I no longer have to do it she said she'd pay for all their sins. Rush on through my life tease me with the taste of freedom recognition seared like a knife little girl cracked her head on the carousel kingdom. Rush me on through it then I just sit and spin I can no longer muddle through it no avenues left to my chagrin. Rush me on through it leave me to sit and spin cannot find a way around it little girl lost......siren wins. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 185 [topic] => 48 [informant] => jaeann [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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