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The Absence
Contributed by
Live2Die
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Wednesday, 19th January 2005 @ 04:46:53 PM in AEST
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White washed walls
Are what I see
Too white
For a kid like me.
I live in color
And drown in the absence.
The day you took away the paints
Is the day this process began.
Each day this feeling grows
Each day it gets more painful.
Every moment I spend in the absence
Is one more moment the pain has to spread.
I fly in color
But die in absence.
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Live2Die
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2005-01-19 16:46:53]
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Re: The Absence
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 19th January 2005 @ 11:48:11 PM AEST
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| Deep write. Good work! |
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Re: The Absence
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by northernlights on
Friday, 12th March 2010 @ 12:47:58 AM AEST
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| Great imagery in this I can see the stark white walls and feel the need for colour especially in a childs world......I fly in color but die in asbsence.... almost sucking the life blood out of you not to have colour in the world well written |
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