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SHE HAS THE ANSWERS
SHE HAS THE ANSWERS
It troubled her how it had come to this. She knew each detail, each action, each thought, but it still troubled her.
As she fell to her knees, her woollen skirt became sodden with freshly fallen snow. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she wept for her lost love, gone forever from this strife torn world. Soon she would do the ultimate sin and follow him.
...
Saturday 22nd October 2011 6:43 pm
The edges of sadness
Hope is ...
Carried away on ocean tides.
Treacherous waters,
surround the lighthouse.
Sometimes wounds bleed a darker red,
staining blurred snippets of memory,
from impoverished depths.
Bubbles rise to the surface
pouring out bottled tears.
Rotating light shines,
illuminating the edges of sadness.
Waiting to rescue lost souls
and abandoned ...
Tuesday 22nd March 2011 5:50 pm
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