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A memory old and long
Contributed by
loopylou
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Wednesday, 23rd March 2005 @ 04:04:39 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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The space is where the passion used to be
the smiles are dead and quiet like whispers
this void it consumes me
The haze turns my face
I can't see the darkness
only the pity
I can see my get away
on a plain out of this tortured city
The chains around our hands and neck
they represent time
spun with gold
weak like twine
Poisen ivy
a wish on the last star
a body mapped with scars
Don't forget
the perfect day
the day with no complaints
when the sun shone
A past glimpse of a memory
old and long
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loopylou
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2005-03-23 16:04:39]
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Re: A memory old and long
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by forgottensorrow on
Wednesday, 23rd March 2005 @ 04:07:30 PM AEST
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I really like this one, I can relate to it in parts of my life
good write
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Re: A memory old and long
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by tecnorobo on
Wednesday, 23rd March 2005 @ 07:01:48 PM AEST
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I really enjoyed the second stanza.
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