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in the shadows of my mind I can still see her
ebony tresses dancing like a pagan goddess in autumn rains
porcelain face, rose.d in whispers
love like scripture, carved in ruins..
ebony tresses dancing like a pagan goddess in autumn rains
porcelain face, rose.d in whispers
love like scripture, carved in ruins..
Published 5th Jan 2011
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5th Jan 2011 8:22am
"rose.d in whispers" What a simple, exact metaphor. This poem reeks images magic.
5th Jan 2011 10:46am
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9th Feb 2014 8:59pm
YOU haunted by the ghost of xmiss past!!! Get out, bfour u cat ch fire! Fi ur! Fi ore, fi er, fy er, fyur, fyre, fy or, fy ur!!!!!!!!!
