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abigail
Contributed by
Boobiepeach
on
Friday, 17th June 2005 @ 11:48:44 AM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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Lady of night haunts the shore
Walking slowly with rage
She brings the storm that soaks
Not a print in the sand
With awkward temper she stands
Brilliantly subtle in the passion of hatred
Called ill humor but delicate with passion
Soft outer
Fury within
Water wets impatience
Irritating the absent
Breeze tickles the hand where solid once met
When calm
When affection
Ideas touch upon offend
Slow burn
Left in time to stew
Scorned and beaten of love to wait
Lacking embrace from hidden misplaced
Casts away her strayed kiss
There she stays haunting the sore
Waiting for the sad song
For heart to light
For grip to loosen
Waiting for true to false again
Copyright ©
Boobiepeach
... [
2005-06-17 11:48:44]
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Re: abigail
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by hauntedscorp on
Friday, 17th June 2005 @ 06:42:21 PM AEST
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Peach this is great! Some really good lines in here..."Brilliantly subtle in the passion of hatred..." I like that one a lot.
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Re: abigail
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by MorningDove on
Friday, 17th June 2005 @ 07:16:33 PM AEST
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Brilliant ! This imagery is outstanding. Go quickly, write more, poetman, before your muse leaves.
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Re: abigail
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by ducki on
Friday, 8th July 2005 @ 07:39:43 AM AEST
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| Cry. Another beautiful one. |
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