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Some are the tundra, even- frozen smooth Composure of permafrost, a stare of piercing blue love, lust and affection, just amusements and games numb with winters cold comfort detachment comes across as aloof Hidden by a tongue as slippery as ice shrouded by a multi faceted coat shining blinding bending light and bending will before moving in for the **** Some are deserts-extensive sun blasted sand Intense burning passion bright enough to peel skin living, lively and loving but ever moving on gone with a slip of the hand at the rising sun Some are the seas-beauty untold possessing a sirens voice ever in a sweet tone a toast to sweet seductions call and those who rode the calm too long Unheeding of the red dawn Some are the forests deep and alluring wander at your own risk, you find the trees are moving kick a skull here a knock over a femur there all quested too deep and became caught in trap and snare beware all who enter there some are the mountains-as deep as tall a roller coaster of emotions wind echoing emptily through valleys and peaks everything of real importance all the deep secrets held in caves equally deep The question is where do you fall are you the icy calm? the passionate sand? The sirens call? The trees shadow? Or the mountains roots? Are you one? or two or all? Indeed where do you fall?
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May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 6:27 AM UTC
Where Do You Fall?
Some are the tundra, even- frozen smooth Composure of permafrost, a stare of piercing blue love, lust and affection, just amusements and games numb with winters cold comfort detachment comes across as aloof Hidden by a tongue as slippery as ice shrouded by a multi faceted coat shining blinding bending light and bending will before moving in for the **** Some are deserts-extensive sun blasted sand Intense burning passion bright enough to peel skin living, lively and loving but ever moving on gone with a slip of the hand at the rising sun Some are the seas-beauty untold possessing a sirens voice ever in a sweet tone a toast to sweet seductions call and those who rode the calm too long Unheeding of the red dawn Some are the forests deep and alluring wander at your own risk, you find the trees are moving kick a skull here a knock over a femur there all quested too deep and became caught in trap and snare beware all who enter there some are the mountains-as deep as tall a roller coaster of emotions wind echoing emptily through valleys and peaks everything of real importance all the deep secrets held in caves equally deep The question is where do you fall are you the icy calm? the passionate sand? The sirens call? The trees shadow? Or the mountains roots? Are you one? or two or all? Indeed where do you fall?
Jul 6, 2004
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bergen-franklin
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 6:27 AM UTC
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