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Tue 26 Oct, 2004 04:51 pm
The tingling of skin
The chill down my spine
The harsh heavy breathing
I know isn't mine.
The shadows around me
The smothering dark
Night won't surrender
To the morns song of the lark
Without any shelter
And no hand to hold
My breath rattles loudly
Out here in the cold
The moon hangs a watching
But clouds seem to aborb
All of the glow
From this ominous orb.
On my skin gathers
Blood sweat and tears
And lonely I crouch
With nothing but fears
blacklace, I feel the line "....the moon hangs a watching...." .
The fact that a lunar eclipse is imminent, rather made this the more the eerier.
Lovely, blacklace. You are a medium of the essence of all of us.
Gives me the shivers. A well-contemplated and starkly delivered piece!
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