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Post by DavidMc on Dec 14, 2006 11:24:51 GMT -6
Sometimes it's so hard to say new things about old and recurring situations
Don't know why I try as it confuses me
I get lonely much of the time and I try to rationalize irrational feelings
I look out across my unromantic city there's a million broken hearts out there
Much rather be in Seville or Barcelona Wonder why I left them there...
Too many memories haunt my dreams
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Post by vixen on Dec 14, 2006 11:27:10 GMT -6
Beatiful poem of longing, David. I feel like that much of the time.As always beautifully structured, well thought out. Always Vixen
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Post by DavidMc on Dec 15, 2006 9:28:24 GMT -6
Beatiful poem of longing, David. I feel like that much of the time.As always beautifully structured, well thought out. Always Vixen Thanks Vix ... Just one of those late calls David
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Post by anirbas on Dec 15, 2006 9:47:12 GMT -6
Lyrical addressment of those insomniacal moments we find ourselves, adrift and sleepless, lost in deep thought. Got more? Sabrina.
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Post by artolmaeus on May 22, 2022 21:57:15 GMT -6
sometimes, when I am alone and dealing with my feelings, these are all the right words
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