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Pre Dawn Pretense
28 March, 2001
Author: Mental

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The time is night
lonely sounds outside
are way to contrite.
memories bloom
and is fed from her fire
the empty room in my mind
is reserved for her desire.
pre dawn pretense
boiling within the sultry night
the thought is so thick and dense
it's my own silent flight.
hardness runs through me completely
after thoughts still produce the chill
the pitch black is all i can see
and always will.

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Comments on this poem/writing:

taboo (71.68.228.189) -- Friday, February 14 2014, 12:36 am

sultry night

the empty room in my mind/ is reserved for your fire.
nice line.
shan (24.147.56.85) -- Monday, February 17 2014, 01:08 pm

my own silent

Love it! Written so well! Great expression
mental (71.68.228.189) -- Tuesday, February 18 2014, 01:11 am

to shan

thanks for comment
 
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