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The Forest of Red Leaves. A World of Poetry - she moves her feet so swiftly through the crimson leaves/that carpet the forest floor/and hide the blood/her sword it swings down with a gleam/her words mouth silently her poetry/as she strikes down her enemy. Monday, August 30, 2004. Close my eyes and breath. In the scent of the fire. A powerful scent indeed. Incline to send us beyond our imagination. With the setting sun. The deepening blue sky about us. Queen Iris spreading her arms out. I inhale you into.
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The Forest of Red Leaves. A World of Poetry - she moves her feet so swiftly through the crimson leaves/that carpet the forest floor/and hide the blood/her sword it swings down with a gleam/her words mouth silently her poetry/as she strikes down her enemy. Saturday, May 20, 2006. I have discovered immortality. And we have all had it all this while. Posted by Darkschunt : 2:06 AM. I have learnt the secret of the world. And the identity of God. And us and the world. And that is how immortality is to be found.
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The Forest of Red Leaves. A World of Poetry - she moves her feet so swiftly through the crimson leaves/that carpet the forest floor/and hide the blood/her sword it swings down with a gleam/her words mouth silently her poetry/as she strikes down her enemy. Thursday, January 27, 2005. A wilting flower casting down its petals. The spiraling of soft green velvet leaves. Like the crumpled pages of old letters. Whose words tell of old loves and griefs. The seeds of time are scattered in the breeze. With you my...
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The Forest of Red Leaves. A World of Poetry - she moves her feet so swiftly through the crimson leaves/that carpet the forest floor/and hide the blood/her sword it swings down with a gleam/her words mouth silently her poetry/as she strikes down her enemy. Saturday, February 14, 2004. The Merry-Go-Round of Life. Sitting on the merry-go-round. The merry-go-round of life. Watching familiar faces as you go round and round. As they slip in and out. In and out of your life. Holding on to your unicorn. Was made...
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The Forest of Red Leaves. A World of Poetry - she moves her feet so swiftly through the crimson leaves/that carpet the forest floor/and hide the blood/her sword it swings down with a gleam/her words mouth silently her poetry/as she strikes down her enemy. Friday, October 29, 2004. I am so sick. I try to turn and go off. You take my arm. And trip my ankles. And whirl me back around. Of dancing this dance. Is old and tired. I don't want to dance anymore. I want to move to my own rhythm. And change the music.
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The Forest of Red Leaves. A World of Poetry - she moves her feet so swiftly through the crimson leaves/that carpet the forest floor/and hide the blood/her sword it swings down with a gleam/her words mouth silently her poetry/as she strikes down her enemy. Friday, May 28, 2004. When the wind winds through the sharp switchbacks. In the craggy mountains. And the silence of loneliness. Is broken by the howls of desolateness. I want you to remember. That as the snake turns around. It is still a survivor.
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The Forest of Red Leaves. A World of Poetry - she moves her feet so swiftly through the crimson leaves/that carpet the forest floor/and hide the blood/her sword it swings down with a gleam/her words mouth silently her poetry/as she strikes down her enemy. Wednesday, July 28, 2004. Dances before my very eyes. Snow as hard as icicles. Within their world filled with grief. Is so very hard a thing to seek. A cold hard world. Whistle in the wind she does. Call out with his dagger he does. It's a slap of cold ...
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The Forest of Red Leaves. A World of Poetry - she moves her feet so swiftly through the crimson leaves/that carpet the forest floor/and hide the blood/her sword it swings down with a gleam/her words mouth silently her poetry/as she strikes down her enemy. Wednesday, December 29, 2004. A Tale of Fortune and of Fame. Two young good friends set out. For fortune and for fame. But never did they dream. Of how much they would face. The one named Cat went to Broadway. To make a name among the lights. Another sh...
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The Forest of Red Leaves. A World of Poetry - she moves her feet so swiftly through the crimson leaves/that carpet the forest floor/and hide the blood/her sword it swings down with a gleam/her words mouth silently her poetry/as she strikes down her enemy. Monday, June 27, 2005. When you've hurt your arm in the same spot twice. And it really hurts. And then there's mental. Maybe you've hurt your heart in the same spot twice. Or maybe you're just hurt. And you don't know what to do. Or you're just hurt.
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The Forest of Red Leaves. A World of Poetry - she moves her feet so swiftly through the crimson leaves/that carpet the forest floor/and hide the blood/her sword it swings down with a gleam/her words mouth silently her poetry/as she strikes down her enemy. Friday, November 04, 2005. In this time of chaos and change. We have very little permanence to hold onto. Posted by Darkschunt : 1:25 PM. A necklace of seashells. Warm lips pressed against sun-warmed skin. The sun burns softly in the sky.