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ssh...
quiet now, little one
don't cry now, little one
softly now, little one
everything dies, little one
©2004-2009 ~redflame13
:iconredflame13:

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just a little something that popped into my head one day, when i was feeling morose

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:iconladymegido:
and from this things bloom

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And I asked her,
"Are you still chasing strange hearts across the ocean?"
And she said,
"I still don't feel a thing."
:iconalberich:
That is damn spooky. There are so many simultaneous interpretations. I thought I was sure which of yours I like best but now I'm not.
:iconredflame13:
lol, spooky things bloom when i'm home alone at night.

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i don't know how much more of this whistling in the dark business i can take. would anyone care terribly much if i just gave up and lost my mind right here and now?
:iconspanishrubi:
Short, simple, fantastic! It's suspenseful, damn straight freaky too! I like short writes, they can develope such emotion and story when done well. So many things can be said about the story behind this one but I'll leave it open to interpretation. I like the possibilities. Mai.

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"I wrote the first faint line, faint, without substance, pure nonsense, pure wisdom of someone who knows nothing, and suddenly I saw the heavens unfastened and open."
--Pablo Neruda, The People's Poet, Chile (1914-1973)
:iconredflame13:
thanks for your comments. i love nice, long, critical ones like this. i get more out of them.

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i don't know how much more of this whistling in the dark business i can take. would anyone care terribly much if i just gave up and lost my mind right here and now?
:iconspanishrubi:
You are welcome. I like to give as best a comment as I can, not only words but some contrustive criticism if I have any to give. :) Takecare.
--Mai.

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"I wrote the first faint line, faint, without substance, pure nonsense, pure wisdom of someone who knows nothing, and suddenly I saw the heavens unfastened and open."
--Pablo Neruda, The People's Poet, Chile (1914-1973)

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