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halogen razors drawing tears of blood as they flood between fingertips casting shadows like prison bars on a face that should be looking, should be anticipating, reacting to the final punch that comes in beautiful slow motion like a decadent ballet performed deliberately at midnight on a narrow back road with no one to hear the symphony of diamonds as they float around the ballerina bearing her beautiful face to the darkness with arms curved perfectly above delicately lidded eyes that percieve all at once the silence of this sacred flight, unexpectedly stealing the breath from crimson stained lips wordless


My loveI will remember my love On a bench where we’d sit In a park In the sun Our emotions first lit.My love
I will pray for my love That she’ll always find Happiness And love Of a different kind.
I will sing to my love In a voice that is low Coarse perhaps tuneless And painfully slow.
I will love you my love For things that we had The laughter And tears Until it went sad.
I will talk to my love In my head where she lives Stirring memories Still sweet Of the pleasure she gives. &nb
Thank you s o much for the fav. on "Carrick-a-rede" Bridge.
Gloria
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Malapropism is my fiend.
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-Charlie
My Site: [link]
Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and good with ketchup.
(a) noticed you're an X-Files fan like myself (note icon)
and
(b) noticed you have a lovely gallery.
I'll be looking forward to reading/seeing more of your work
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"I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough, it'll make sense."
just having a browse around you page. just like old times!
nice to see you writing again,
x
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I am just a good
for nothing - companion
of moon and flower
- Bill Wyatt
Since XFF is extremely idle, I and another deviant ((xphile569)) started a new group: XPhilesAnonymous
If you're interested, check it out >
P.S. Nice ID
i love you
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