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Misplaced Memory

Member since 2002 · Posted 12 Jul 2002 · 5 comments

The lights upon my house at night shine through walls of my homemade hell. Thunderstorms and spirits cry as I weep in tune to a forgotten lullaby. The schreech owl sits perched upon a tree whispering songs of my history. I sit down to listen, he flies away and I am left alone. Alone in my cage I watch the night; the moon and stars that shine so bright. They call to me with silent voices as I stand dying without a home.

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[6] shwenatjadeflower 12-Jul-02/12:54 AM Reply

i like the movement of it.

[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 12-Jul-02/3:31 AM Reply

Well at least you have a beak. Did you know that some creatures don't even have beaks? It's true. Ask mummy if you don't believe me.

[9] deleted user 12-Jul-02/6:43 AM Reply

I like the image of the schreech owl.

[8] Red_is_life 12-Jul-02/7:23 AM Reply

Powerful

[9] deleted user 16-Jul-02/9:45 PM Reply