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A Craving
Contributed by
ediii
on
Saturday, 1st September 2007 @ 05:27:04 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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trembling fingers in the dark I
can not silence
the memories flowing into my mind
through the tones of peace
embedded in the air
around me
the frothy hair keeps
whispering
its stories of glory
in the leopard coat
on the porch
with million lights and cigarette
voices.
and the warm air filling
the inside of
the doll house den
crack lives at
I wish
to forget the faces
to forget the places
to forget the traces I left
in the wet rotten leaves
in September darkness.
trembling fingers in the dark I
a year later
can not silence
the frothy hair
whispering
its stories of glory to be
revived
by the tones of peace
embedded in the air
of September darkness.
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ediii
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2007-09-01 17:27:04]
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Re: A Craving
(User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on
Saturday, 1st September 2007 @ 08:02:49 PM AEST
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moving stuff,if i read this right its about sobering from certain drugs and the jones'ing that results
ive had several problems i wont get into but keep on keeping on dude,letting the drugs take over or not..its all a choice you have to make,and living on is the best one.
at any rate i like ^ |
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Re: A Craving
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 3rd September 2007 @ 12:26:00 PM AEST
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i like.
your imagery is just...to die for.
- Bethani - |
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