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One of my poems...
I will post more if anyone likes them...
Release
The shadows of memories,
thought long forgotten,
nightmares and fantasies,
precious and rotten.
They drift and they tumble,
and dance through my head,
as tossing and turning,
I lay here in bed.
The night last forever,
the darkness oppressive,
body twitching and turning,
my mind far from restive.
A bright flash of pain,
my terror does fade,
the pain has been dulling,
since wrist met the blade.
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There are no absolute rules of conduct, either in peace or war. Everything depends on circumstances.
Leon Trotsky
Last edited by Irishsean; 10-17-2004 at 06:25 AM..
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