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Conversaton With Myself

Rating: 4.5
Sitting like a statue on the shelf
My heart aches for company
Tonight I met the woman of my dreams
But I was only sleeping
I knew when I awakened she would be gone
Now I’m talking to myself till dawn
I search deep into my soul and find emptiness
A river of tears run down my the crevices of my cheeks
More proof that no answer will appear
Now dreams don’t raise my spirit
They tease me like a silver tongue devil
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I liked this, smiled a bit, found it an interesting read. I'm glad I stumbled over it. Peace, L&T
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Rebekah Gamble 31 December 2007
Perhaps it is loneliness that hurts humans the most. Hope at the end was quite surprising. I liked that it was hope with effort.: -)
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Marc Mannheimer 27 December 2007
be-yootiful! That was great.
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