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The Dread

by scitz

Member since 2002 · Posted 1 Nov 2003 · 3 comments

Navigating blind with awkward fingers, Previous touches once successful withheld. Trying to perfect an impulse, To make something familiar exclusive for her. Like twilight I am failing. For my eyes see a perfect sculpture, That my touch would not be worthy of. Guilt is 'liberty's' sword. With me impaled upon its russet blade, Willingly slain by its creators hands. I fall deeper in to despair, Carving myself a valley of shadows, That led me deeper in to temptation. Lies become you, Then you feel the air leave your lungs, When she asks you if you had a good time.

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[9] titan69 1-Nov-03/11:39 AM Reply
And the guilt will never leave you.
[9] Jeremi B. Handrinos 1-Nov-03/9:05 PM Reply
A perfect moment for bedazzling drug use. Used, naturally, as a smoke screen. lol.
[8] Shuushin 2-Nov-03/7:33 AM Reply
Well done.