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Post by bloodnsorrows on Feb 13, 2007 0:20:52 GMT -6
A heart is not one for only Fond memories A soul can cast its wings so far and yet Never span the earth
I surmised my time here on earth to taking its toll upon Wrath’s head The torso beneath its feet in Awakening defeat
And purpose flawless in its most Flawed ways A misrepresentation of selfless thoughtlessness, Armoring up against oneself
Like two dying lovebirds singing until their last moments Alas, are taken I awaken to the wayside of Morbid sodality
Questioning again the mainstream of untouchable Ponderings Strained to the ends of this cocoon called Life
Stretching these wings burned into Ashes And with the dust I shall fly Like no other
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Post by anirbas on Feb 13, 2007 12:12:47 GMT -6
Stretching these wings burned into Ashes And with the dust I shall fly Like no other
~Lauren.
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Yes, you do... Exquisitely enjoyable to read you, again! Thanks for sharing. Sabrina.
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Post by bloodnsorrows on Feb 14, 2007 14:31:00 GMT -6
Thank you, tis good to be back, *smiles~
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Post by anirbas on Feb 14, 2007 20:12:18 GMT -6
;D
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Post by soulfir3 on Feb 14, 2007 23:36:13 GMT -6
awesome work, these lines struck me with an all too familiar understanding ...
"Like two dying lovebirds singing until their last moments Alas, are taken I awaken to the wayside of Morbid sodality"
keep up the wonderful work.
Soul
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Post by bloodnsorrows on Feb 15, 2007 2:08:23 GMT -6
Thanks hun
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