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Her Lot
Contributed by
Flex4life13
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Thursday, 8th September 2016 @ 06:13:21 PM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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A distinction between the two cannot be made
In deciphering the shadowy glow, the nature of her shade
Cast by only her, a delicate yet alluring prodding
Led by her sparkling fingers amidst a gentle nodding.
For only she knows which way to go,
As trees sway in kind, the wind begins to blow.
While howling is the wolf at the moon,
A beast inside, I too howl in tune.
A distinction yet cannot be made
The lots of her eyes, how hauntingly they/'/ve stared. Her
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Re: Her Lot
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by unknown_utopia on
Friday, 9th September 2016 @ 12:15:55 AM AEST
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| spooky scenery....good poem. |
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Re: Her Lot
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by duff on
Friday, 9th September 2016 @ 08:33:01 PM AEST
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| I like the darkness put into this. It sounds like dual personalities trying to lead or maybe one fighting the other. A battle in shadows trying to conquer. I enjoyed this |
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Re: Her Lot
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by softerware on
Sunday, 11th September 2016 @ 11:34:40 AM AEST
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Love is a predator in your story, and the analogy rings true. Gives me chills!
I suspect however, that the lady may be the hunter, laying bait for the beast in her wake.
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