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She
Contributed by
surfwiththealien
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Sunday, 6th July 2008 @ 06:52:27 PM in AEST
Topic:
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She comes to me when daylight dies;
A spirit of dreams whose words, they sing,
With auburn hair and faded, hazel eyes.
The crescent moon reigns in the skies
As sleep enters and claims himself as king.
She comes to me when daylight dies.
A siren of night, whose lone voice cries;
She bids me to follow through nocturnal spring
With auburn hair and faded, hazel eyes.
As nights journey begins; dark visions arise.
Despite my kicks and screams and arms that fling,
She comes to me when daylight dies.
I walk with her in dreams I despise,
And wonder what guidance she can bring
With auburn hair and faded, hazel eyes.
Her gentle hands signal fears demise
And through this nightmare, I find it relieving
That she comes to me when daylight dies,
With auburn hair and faded, hazel eyes.
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Re: She
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by sprinter27 on
Monday, 7th July 2008 @ 02:42:34 PM AEST
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Awesome write! The repetion really (excuse my using this saying but...) hits the nail on the head! you got your point across, strongly. And resist. That is all i can really say. Look inside and figure this puzzle out. Awesome write, though, keep up the work!!
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Re: She
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by wheels on
Monday, 4th August 2008 @ 04:11:58 PM AEST
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A nice peom here cast in visions of auburn hair- thanks!
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