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Dormant desires awaken the fire,
fuelled by the wind to a height that
is dire,
certainly I’ll burn, I’ll burn in
this pyre,
I pray this is not just a game to
you.
Deadly deception, delusions,
untruth,
denying the reason which time norm’ly
grew
enveloped in sin, in sin where we
flew,
I pray this is not just a game to
you.
A fiber of hope, is always there and we pray that inevitable doesn't happen.
ReplyDeleteFantastic shadow shot and powerful contemplative words ~ thanks.
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If only we could read minds, then we'd know when people were playing games
ReplyDelete... shit happens ... as they say, who ever "they" are, friend Shadow, hmmm? Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteOh my V....this is great. I'm wondering, have you ever taken your prose/poetry and turned them into lyrics for a song? You should!!!
ReplyDeletePlaying with someone's heart is never cool.
ReplyDeleteWow! This wakes up fast. After all this, can we imagine if it was a game? (let us hope not)
ReplyDeleteooof this is great xx
ReplyDeleteWonderful - I love the vulnerability here.
ReplyDeleteI often feel like a pawn in some game, it can hurt.
ReplyDeleteMay it never be!
ReplyDeleteNever.
ReplyDeletehello shadow its dennis the vizsla dog hay hmm wot game ar we tawking abowt??? maybe fetch??? or flyball??? or chayse??? i yoozed to like all those games but i kant reely play them ennymore so i wood be ok with just sleeping layt on the sofa i think!!! ok bye
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