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An Old Womans Gift of
Contributed by
pyrofungus
on
Thursday, 9th December 2004 @ 10:57:20 AM in AEST
Topic:
toughstuff
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I cant see through my eyes
I refuse to breathe
May I rest in peace
Within my dreams
I will not be alone
Opening my eyes as if reborn
I can see deep within you
Entertaining me with your thoughts
Bravo!
Excellent!
I am but an old woman now
Tortured with such a sight
Such a rare gift given to me
Using it and abusing its true nature
I found how difficult it was
When I saw what I didnt want to see
Such sadness, abuse, neglect, misery of their own
All of it such a burden to me
With fifty years of one's misery
Swimming inside of me
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2004-12-09 10:57:20]
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Re: An Old Womans Gift of
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by afterdark on
Thursday, 16th December 2004 @ 08:50:31 PM AEST
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| this was a good one to read..i liked it alot..Really keep it up |
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