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Eternal Sunshine
It's only so often
the door opens to yourself
peeling off the skin of the what was
I was left toying with a fabled sanctuary
so I treaded on old wounds
& decided that even if I drown here
once the ripples birthed waves
In his eyes
I was home
the door opens to yourself
peeling off the skin of the what was
I was left toying with a fabled sanctuary
so I treaded on old wounds
& decided that even if I drown here
once the ripples birthed waves
In his eyes
I was home
Published 5th Dec 2009
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5th Dec 2009 10:38am
is the name of your corporation here, Kandice - but I would have used trod for treaded (even trampled) - no matter, 'tis but a trifle and what do I know! Your words do their job well and somehow they leave me asking myself if the writer of this piece is looking in the wrong place.
5th Dec 2009 11:00am
How did I know you would come out with something like that dear? :P Yes I went through all the options & it just felt right. What can I say sugar you know it goes. Oh my.. if only I knew where the right place was.. Perhaps you know me more than we're both aware huh? Then again, had I been looking in the right place all this time I wouldnt have been so inspired to write almost all the pieces I've posted here..
