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Melted in pure fires, you are mine to discover. A twist here, a sharp blow there. Turning slowly, I watch you take form. I lift you to me and breathe
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Edited by
Ladywind7
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Wed 05/16/12 06:59 AM
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A part of my spirit into your depths. Then cover you with green, red and gold. I am mesmerised, in awe. Glory becomes you. May you ever declare
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Edited by
Ladywind7
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Wed 05/16/12 07:04 AM
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such striking beauty! You are my gift to my loved one. He shall never thirst for love once he has drunk from you colourful wine glass.
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 What Vintage ?
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Edited by
Ladywind7
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Wed 05/16/12 12:50 PM
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33AD lol
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A very fine vintage. I will have a glass.
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you are a great writer, so much passion and form. I really enjoy it and i would like to read more.
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very cool ladywind ~ "Melted in pure fires, you are mine to discover" love that line!
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Reminds me of the Third Eye Blind song God of Wine.
One of my favorites. http://youtu.be/_qVFpGa8rxc Every thought that I repent, There's another chip you haven't spent. And you're cashing them all in. Where do we begin, to get clean again. Can we get clean again. I walk home alone with you, in the mood you're born into. Sometimes you let me in, and I take it on the chin. I can't get clean again. I wannna know, can we get clean again, The God of Wine comes crashing through the headlights of a car that Took you farther than you thought you'd ever want to go. We can't get back again. You can't get back again. She takes a drink and then she waits, The alcohol it permeates. And soon the cells give way, and cancels out the day. I can't keep it all together. (It's the wound, stuck underneath the moon.) I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I can't keep it all together. (It's the wound, stuck underneath the moon.) And the siren's song that is your madness, Holds a truth I can't erase, All alone on your face. Every glamorous sunrise, throws the planets out of line. A star sign out of whack, a fraudulent zodiac. And the God of Wine is crouched down in my room. You let me down, I said it. Now I'm going down, and you're not even around. And I said a no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no I can't keep it all together. (It's the wound, stuck underneath the moon.) I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I can't keep it all together, (It's the wound, stuck underneath the moon.) And there's a memory of a window, looking through I see you. Searching for something I could never give you. There's someone who understands you more than I do. A sadness I can't erase, all alone on your face. |
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Edited by
Ladywind7
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Mon 09/10/12 03:38 PM
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xx dragging up an old write x
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xx dragging up an old write x Keep writing, not sure how I missed this |
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