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Post by Reaper696 on Feb 25, 2008 21:25:03 GMT -5
A mirror shows a confined soul, Looking for an answer to its binds. The more it searches outward, The less it should have...
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Post by zombiekitten on Mar 2, 2008 19:39:28 GMT -5
Like a well The floor is unseen A broken reflection In that dark water Hidden and entrancing [/size][/b]
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Mar 4, 2008 20:51:44 GMT -5
Dancing ripples in The water Each one larger than The next Just yearning to Complete the cycle And then begin again...
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Post by 2standalone on Mar 25, 2008 23:50:55 GMT -5
An imperfect thing Just below the surface unable to rise A broken piece of something greater Lost forever All thanks to fates sick pleasure
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Post by LORDMORNINGSTAR on Jul 31, 2009 14:09:54 GMT -5
what stares back is a blurr no eyes or mouth ... Answering machines of old play back voices disturbingly your own ... ideas & attitudes misconcieved ... By the self ...
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Post by TheLonelyForsaken2 on Sept 22, 2010 0:06:33 GMT -5
Perched on the precipice of who I am and who I should be. Loath to accept the former. Without love's gift, unable to attain the latter.
Waiting for the collapse of irresolution and the fall to cleansing wave washed rocky shores. May the fish make better use of this vessel.
TheLonelyForsaken
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siksimon
Demon Disciple
Blind leading the blind.
Posts: 524
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Post by siksimon on Jun 4, 2013 1:06:54 GMT -5
I see myself as a turnip, My roots sprawl out, Like the roots of mulatto children.
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