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[sid] => 67137
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Siren's Edge
[time] => 2004-10-12 15:37:19
[hometext] => .....I take the inch .....and she gains the mile......
[bodytext] => You show your wounded soul so that it may be be free heart be soundly told no one really sees. Little girl.....her heart of gold is buried within her sleep siren stamps her body sold no request ever to steep. Searching for shadows in her night little one paces with heated rage not the anger that blinds one sight but the passion that breaks her free from her cage. Her sanity is no longer an issue siren darkly has her back lest the self-destructions ensue she's left all alone on this track. You show your wounded soul so that it may breathe free broken heart cannot be told no one ever sees. Little one's daylight is filled with tears and in her night....demons overrun consistent abandonment forever sears her soulful ache is never done. Caught in the snare of siren's edge she slowly dons her garb no other way, she can't stop to hedge how long before the sting of the barb. She's lost now, broken at their will with no defense she faltered over the line siren came in when she was still crushed, she couldn't see the signs. You lay open your very soul so it can fly free mangled heart cannot be told no one cares to see. No outlet for passioned energy everyone partakes then departs no one to calm the frightened synergy they all checkout after start. Siren saw her rage and enfolded her told little girl she'd be all right wished her to sleep and took over no need to heal when you're out of sight. She's gone now.... tucked inside her forst walls though siren possesses her vehicle to please no one stayed to heed her begging calls so now she's under siren's will to appease. Layed out her wounded soul so that healing could free futility's tale be told no one ever wants to see. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 48 [informant] => jaeann [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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