Guest guest Posted January 21, 2006 Report Share Posted January 21, 2006 There are some days when I come home Take a hot shower and know I shall never Wash away the cold reality of The unmitigated circumstance I have come To know as my life, Seeping through my every pore, Bone-white and harvested, marrow picked Vulture-clean, By a moon rising high in the pale night, Rising in the silence of a she-wolf's howl. Ana Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 23, 2006 Report Share Posted January 23, 2006 --- Anna Ruiz <nli10u a écrit : There are some days when I come home Take a hot shower and know I shall never Wash away the cold reality of The unmitigated circumstance I have come To know as my life, Seeping through my every pore, Bone-white and harvested, marrow picked Vulture-clean, By a moon rising high in the pale night, Rising in the silence of a she-wolf's howl. Ana Ahouhouwaouhh!!! I could hear your haooling all the way to California!... Patricia Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 23, 2006 Report Share Posted January 23, 2006 - OConnor Patricia Nisargadatta Sunday, January 22, 2006 6:38 PM RE: Tears --- Anna Ruiz <nli10u a écrit : There are some days when I come home Take a hot shower and know I shall never Wash away the cold reality of The unmitigated circumstance I have come To know as my life, Seeping through my every pore, Bone-white and harvested, marrow picked Vulture-clean, By a moon rising high in the pale night, Rising in the silence of a she-wolf's howl. Ana Ahouhouwaouhh!!! I could hear your haooling all the way to California!... Patricia silence was deafening,eh? hehe Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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