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Post by Cy Skywalker on Jul 28, 2006 15:41:57 GMT -5
“4nd m4yb3 ur g0nn4 b3 the 0n3 wh0 s4v3z m3"
(A cursive hand, parchment paper, tan, bold, smells like iced tea, strawberry.)
No
I don’t need saving
here stands the one the last the savin’ has come and passed there’s mind on the floor there’s more in the glass
where I put memories.
White knight
gentle, fight
all they want
closeness of hands
he’s saved you all,
that ‘boy’ of the ‘dreams’ who swoops on by
and taints your icons only.
Here’s me I touch the
scarlet edges it’s like
the sea in a storm but the sea’s got no reason.
Never been ‘saved’, been Saved all the time there’s
right and wrong and what’s always on
and I’m planning on
SAVING MYSELF.
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Post by Donald Duck on Jul 30, 2006 22:26:02 GMT -5
Once again i like your poem!
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Post by Cy Skywalker on Aug 1, 2006 17:21:13 GMT -5
Thank you! I like the things in your sig...
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Post by Donald Duck on Aug 1, 2006 22:02:45 GMT -5
thanks and no prob
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Post by Cy Skywalker on Aug 7, 2006 15:07:56 GMT -5
Look, I said that same thing twice! lol! Being at the fair all week has fried my brain...
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Post by Donald Duck on Aug 7, 2006 17:04:39 GMT -5
lol
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