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All Deviations
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Darkness echoes from the past
From memories
I pretend that I don\'t have
I fall fast
Back into the dark
Ready and willing to
Feel its warmth
It stirs up rage
From ancient past
Anger still not felt
Until the last
My muscles tense as
I think of
Blood running down
My arms
Not mine own
But theirs
Peace comes easy
With fearless sleep
As fantasies fulfill
Within my dreams.
©2003-2008 ~one-untouchable
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Submitted: May 31, 2003
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This is a poem about me. I've got a lot of things that I deal with day to day that no one knows about.
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*Ihha:iconIhha: Jul 13, 2007, 11:17:57 PM Mood: Love
This is a really good poem!:wow: I love how strong the emotion is in it. Very nicely done!:dance:
~one-untouchable:iconone-untouchable: Jul 14, 2007, 11:17:27 PM
Oh, thank you! It's a bid of an old one. But I still like it. Thank you so much!