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My child
Contributed by
Sordida
on
Saturday, 6th November 2004 @ 02:24:42 PM in AEST
Topic:
insomniac
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Sleep young thing
Your mind is weak
And your about to die
It’s been three days
since you’ve been free
and let your spirit fly
the demons will not get you
your body has tired out
lay your head upon me
for the demon’s not about
he will not haunt your nightmares
or infiltrate your dreams
I’ll never hear your crying
Or listen to your screams
Copyright ©
Sordida
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2004-11-06 14:24:42]
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Re: My child
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by _Raspberry_ on
Saturday, 6th November 2004 @ 06:40:28 PM AEST
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| Wow. This is almost scary. So many possibilities about the origination of this one, very interesting write. |
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Re: My child
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by pixie on
Sunday, 7th November 2004 @ 06:31:35 AM AEST
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very well expressed pome about insomnia,
takecare,
pixie xx |
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Re: My child
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by Ruby2sdy on
Sunday, 28th May 2006 @ 06:46:20 AM AEST
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it's one of those poems that you take what you can from, if you get me, interpretatons vary. very good though, flows really well.
2sdy x |
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