- Last seen on Apr 27 12:01 AM. Member since March 25, 2006.
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He was running, he didn't know where he was going but he had to500 words, June 24, 2004. In <200 lines, Fantasy
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Tough, pink, soft and…limp. Fits in one hand…so small. So sad to hold it hoping it will stir...only it will not. May not ever move again
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- Empty Avarice at allpoetry
A hollow woman desperate and alone,
hides beneath that silent mask of hate. - Haibane at allpoetry
Charcoal feathers
named in dreams.
Their secret ciphers. - High on life... at allpoetry
Earth quakes and convulses in excitement
And I stand firm in the center...
