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Before the knell
Contributed by
Dimes
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Friday, 19th October 2007 @ 10:23:33 AM in AEST
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I watch her from inside my shell
I talk to her, but never say what's in my head
She unknowingly has me under her spell
And I doubt she can tell
Never did I say what I wanted to be said
Never did I show the blood which I bled
Fear has created my own hell
A hell which I am still yet to shed
But here comes the toll of the bell
And she'll be gone after it's knell
And I need to say many things before I am dead
I need to say things before I am dead
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Dimes
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2007-10-19 10:23:33]
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Re: Before the knell
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by Fionndruinne on
Friday, 19th October 2007 @ 12:26:41 PM AEST
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Good stuff! I think most of us can relate, at one time or another; I know I can. You've captured well the raw yearning and the grim acknowledgment of it, as the self works out its love-hate relationship with itself.
Those two closing lines, as well, are extraordinary. The repetition drives it home in a way I don't think any other method could. Bravo!
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