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sentient light blue eyes and rain is pouring to my heart like dripping demorol
nothings new except the new and old alike its like some kind of trip a drip
And I don't know just where I am

your arms wrap around me like a snake is eating at its prey
and all the eating just belays the sex we suck to feed our heads
and the old once told me it's the only thing that stops the dead
And I don't know just where I am

phantom... planet...

we're all just whispers of the ghosts we were

we're all just the ghosts we want to be


© 2006 edenscancer

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On Wednesday April 26th, 2006, Vicious Pixie (53) writes:
"..and rain is pouring to my heart like dripping demarol..." beautiful. this made me think of that restlessness that occurs between people when the end of a relationship is near, but no one wants to talk about it


On Monday April 10th, 2006, Anna Helianthus (1121) writes:
wow..this was indeed rather haunting. and those last two lines were just amazing. summed it up perfectly, great write.


On Monday April 10th, 2006, batman nipples (2246) writes:
haunt of a write. "we're all just the ghosts we want to be".. killer line, truly.


On Monday April 10th, 2006, Shadow Rapture (223) writes:
WOW! i think this my first read of you, I jsst gotta say 'eating just belays the sex we suck to feed our hearts' - holy hell, suck me through a drain pipe backwrds, wicked imagination! Phantom...planet. Yeeesss. Bring it on!


On Monday April 10th, 2006, mozarts cat (270) writes:
have to agree with Possession on this one .. it whispers .. another awesome write =)


On Sunday April 9th, 2006, Possesion (182) writes:
i liked this... it was quiet and had a really slow pace for me, like it was being whispered in echoes, or ripples in time. -end



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