Manja
Freaks Of A Feather
Madder than a motherf***er
Posts: 422
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Post by Manja on Mar 7, 2005 9:49:34 GMT -5
a beam of muffled sunshine, projecting to my room, breaking through the clouds depicting hopeful gloom.
a dark day amongst days of light, consumed and introspective, stranger where i should feel home, won't conform to a will collective.
a corrupt and greedy world, ruled by the incompetent and weak, perverts all truth and love then thwarts all who beauty seek.
muffled as that sunshine is, light it brings to break the gloom, real connection knows no stranger, and brings hope when there's only doom.
home is where the heart is, and our hearts with the ones we love, my place is in their presence, there i fit like hand in glove.
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Post by NobodyWeirdLikeMe on Mar 7, 2005 14:23:48 GMT -5
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Post by Yertle_The_Turtle on Mar 7, 2005 18:42:12 GMT -5
Nicely done
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Post by apacherose2001 on Mar 7, 2005 20:15:52 GMT -5
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Manja
Freaks Of A Feather
Madder than a motherf***er
Posts: 422
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Post by Manja on Mar 8, 2005 2:58:48 GMT -5
wow, thanks guys! i appreciate it, really. i'm glad you liked it.
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Post by dot covered dot on Mar 10, 2005 12:33:19 GMT -5
Very nice... The home of your heart sounds lovely.
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