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holding you

come
let me hold you for the morning then later and the evening. bury your head into my shoulder let us sit here and forget.
rest still with closed eyes while I caress breathe on me your cool warm scent.

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return to senderWhy won't you talk to me?
The desperate sound rose up the stairs. Paused.
And then walked on. return to sender
by ~porgylove

holding youcome
let me hold you for the morning then later and the evening. bury your head into my shoulder let us sit here and forget.
rest still with closed eyes while I caress breathe on me your cool warm scent. holding you
by ~porgylove

breathingnow i see.
from despair that bird of prey haunts your every move coils her hands around your lungs rotten heart goads her on.
don't let her crush you don't let her destroy you please don't let her suck you dry breathing
by ~porgylove

the stormNothing was said.
I feel sick. The storm has come the silence persists the feeling tense not wanting to sleep it moves on between the players, comforting each caressing their minds fanning the heat the air so thin the storm has come. the storm
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Sun May 5, 2002, 9:20 AM

philistine

The sky is dark, so the sun must be down, the birds are thunder, and the leaves fire. They call my name with soft voices slow, these are the cries of our future.

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Interests: Learning | Creating
Favourite movie: Grissom Gang | Ice Storm | All That Jazz
Favourite band or musician: K.Bush | J.Buckley | N.Drake | N.Simone | PJ Harvey
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`xork Mar 28, 2008, 4:30:01 AM

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Thebes: The cyborg would not recognize the Garden of Eden; it is not made of mud and cannot dream of returning to dust.

`xork Oct 12, 2004, 12:51:11 AM

Hey. Where'd you go?

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Thebes: The cyborg would not recognize the Garden of Eden; it is not made of mud and cannot dream of returning to dust.

`xork Jun 13, 2004, 3:18:24 AM

Come back. Write something. Please?

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Thebes: The cyborg would not recognize the Garden of Eden; it is not made of mud and cannot dream of returning to dust.

~loveglutton Sep 17, 2003, 7:17:03 PM

come back. we miss you.

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~rajivmathur Jul 7, 2003, 8:04:07 PM

hey amanda. Hug

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`xork Apr 19, 2003, 11:13:23 PM

Hi

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Thebes: The cyborg would not recognize the Garden of Eden; it is not made of mud and cannot dream of returning to dust.

~reekoknowsbest Apr 15, 2003, 9:29:58 AM

sometimes a comments worth a thousand words ;) (Wink)

`noir Apr 14, 2003, 1:41:24 PM

thanks!

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I find myself fascinating...

$spyed Apr 10, 2003, 2:13:19 AM

Have you ever had a dream, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?

What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.

You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.

I offer only the truth, nothing more.

Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill

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