obsessedbookworm
Reptile Researcher
one by one the penguins steal my sanity
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Post by obsessedbookworm on Nov 12, 2003 23:43:21 GMT -5
with the sound of a teardrop falling the listener rides the skies with whispers gathered into his soul and eternity in his eyes
he rides a coach of silence and his horses are but dreams he holds the rein of a million pleas and the whip of a million screams
he carries a rose that is stained with blood and the scent of a dead man's breath it's leaves containing a single tear it's thorn, the touch of death
he hears each sound, each whisper that nothing has ever heard for eternity he listens and never says a word
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Post by Indistinguishable Blob on Nov 13, 2003 8:17:29 GMT -5
o.O
Did you write that? Wow. That. Is. Bloody. Brilliant. I love it...especially the line: with whispers gathered into his soul
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Post by Rikku on Nov 14, 2003 17:58:48 GMT -5
awesome job! ;D
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Post by pennyroyal on Nov 15, 2003 13:58:01 GMT -5
That's good. Quite good.
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