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i can not touch
for i wouldnt feel my outside skin as tough as steel a broken heart in tune with none i can not change the things ..undone i lay awake most every night peer in the past with such insight i walk through life alone today this empty feeling's come to stay i do not want to love again i lost my only true best friend.....  writings from the tombs.....
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Nicely written
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nice write!
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i think the fingers and mind type these out i am just an innocent bystander ....thank you..and i dont even want to write poetry ...
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i think the fingers and mind type these out i am just an innocent bystander ....thank you..and i dont even want to write poetry ... Sometimes we don't have a choice in the matter, when the sould needs an out words are a wonderful thing when used properly. Thanks for sharing with us! |
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i think the fingers and mind type these out i am just an innocent bystander ....thank you..and i dont even want to write poetry ... lol... well you just let the mind and fingers continue to do the walking so to say,,, Love reading thier thoughts |
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Tomb, your mind and fingers obviously went somewhere very deep. I like this write.
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Edited by
Differentkindofwench
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Thu 03/27/08 02:14 PM
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i can not touch for i wouldnt feel my outside skin as tough as steel a broken heart in tune with none i can not change the things ..undone i lay awake most every night peer in the past with such insight i walk through life alone today this empty feeling's come to stay i do not want to love again i lost my only true best friend..... writings from the tombs..... I do so love these tomb's of script, but, son, gotta tell ya, I think you've slipped. You're poetry: hell now, that's flawless, but the heart of the tomb; well, ya act like its jawless. Tomb, you have love you naturally hold. When ya finish your grief, give it a chance to roll. It's in that jawless heart you keep shuttin' down. A wench respectfully waitin for the day you EMERGE from those Tennessee Tombs........... |
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I'd a kinda like to see you emerge too... (((tomb)))
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