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Ocular Photoalbum

Member since 2003 · Posted 6 Jul 2003 · Edited 6 Jul 2003 · 6 comments

Tear filled eyes stare silently, in pain, at a faded photo: Memory spills a river of ashes. The last remainder of the man. He once lived to stand still and smile... No smile existed when the eyes snapped the image of a frail shriveled corpse they once called Papa.. -

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[7] horus8 6-Jul-03/5:58 PM Reply

Daddy, oh sweet dear daddy.

[n/a] SupremeDreamer › horus8 7-Jul-03/4:23 PM Reply

Heh. dont poke on those particular emotions of mine. ;P

[8] thepinkbunnyofdoom 6-Jul-03/8:36 PM Reply

I like the way you gently tap on the emotional heart string here. Very nice poem. -8-

[n/a] SupremeDreamer › thepinkbunnyofdoom 7-Jul-03/4:24 PM Reply

Yeah, so you now see i can play the emotion guitar. ;P

[n/a] JoyLuck 7-Jul-03/6:35 PM Reply

nice poem
it treads nicely

[n/a] SupremeDreamer › JoyLuck 7-Jul-03/11:24 PM Reply

thanks