Sarah
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Post by Sarah on Sept 9, 2005 19:45:42 GMT -5
Dream Lover By: Ablebody Peckawood
When evening falls she'll come to me. With hair of gold straight from my dreams. Only she knows the pain I feel. Athough no one sees her I know she's real. Her thoughtful blue-green eyes contain no secrets and she speaks no lies. Night after night, she promises me more and more. That if I truly believe a magnificent gift she has in store. Once again she appears, and whispers in my ear. The time has come. In the morning we will go away forever, on the first ray of the sun. On mornings first light, that shines so bright. We finally begin our journey to the other side. (http://www.darkpoetry.com)
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Post by Cassandra on Sept 12, 2005 2:33:47 GMT -5
Sarah I like this a lot. It's a nice way to think of death. That no matter what, someone will always be there with you, and that we will never be alone, even in death.
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