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My Rain in Winter

Rhymes, Crimes and times of an Aphotic Beauty

Friday, October 5, 2007

Savage.

Tell me where you
must take me now.
Full of lies and
shattered vows.

Shaken by pearls
of insipid fools.
Masked fire rage
for marauders tools.

Scourged and raped
in public eye.
Faltering never,
not yet to cry.

Displayed by man
for sorrows sake.
Whipped for wisdom
pillaged for hate.

Beaten and shamed
for introspect.
Stolen and marred
there is nothing left.
Posted by Tatjanna Miller at 2:23 AM

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      • Reflections
      • Faded pink flowers
      • King at court
      • Purity
      • In my Heart
      • Little Star
      • Soundless
      • Sleep
      • Old Friends
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      • Sometimes
      • Darkness
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      • nonsense
      • For you my love.
      • Silver white morning
      • Words
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      • Alone (while the world rushes by)
      • Sad girl
      • Aphotic Addiction
      • Midnight (DiRtY {PrEtTy}
      • What Beauty is.
      • Moving on.
      • The Stars
      • Savage.
      • Walk away intact and broken.
      • Where?
      • If death would I wake?
      • In this place
      • Acts of a feather
      • Snakes
      • Great Beasts under chair and in pocket.
      • Birdlike
      • When no one listens
      • Contest of indifference
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      • Chance to the road
      • That one thing.
      • Solace in Shadows
      • Pulling
      • Seperation (dark)
      • Masquerade
      • Tragic loss of miscommunication
      • What keeps you
      • Taking Flight
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      • Innocence
      • Unbreakable
      • The Music
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      • A Mystery ( not to be known)
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