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read my profile sign my guestbook Name: Amy Country: Canada State: Nova Scotia Metro: Sydney Birthday: 1/25/1979 Gender: Female Expertise: Loving my family Message: message meEmail: email me Member Since: 8/25/2002

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Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Spice fills the air.
Swell with the invisible flow
Caught in the whirlwind
Dizzy, undone
Flight within currents
Trickles down, down, down
Feather-like motion
Moves shadows and walls
Breath of decay
Permeates all
Waves of gold, sun, and amber,
Shining wet,
Glitter and fall.

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Sunday, February 20, 2005

	Can you feel it? The sounds press in Writhing against your soul Recreating your essence Manoeuvering to it's whim The swell of the beat fills your head Creating dreams The dreams crash down in one fell swoop As the music stops It seems the heart does also You've become the notes The tempo The highs and lows Flying for an eternity It can't last forever AspenJade ©2005
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Thursday, February 03, 2005

	Perpetual movement Mist on my face Currents take hold And pull me to fate Lost in the depths Finally surface for air All along through the darkness You were always there Words on paper Locked away in my head Finally evolve Beyond static and mess Fallng forever Plucked from the sky Into your arms Safe and sound... Alive AspenJade ©2005
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Wednesday, October 20, 2004

The dream is gone,
Flung away like a gross
Piece of meat.
Picked at and eaten by
Vain birds,
Their only purpose to
Devour and deface.
Ripped to shreds,
Nothing is left.
Nothing is right.

Nothing is missing...
...It was never there
To begin with.

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Tuesday, October 19, 2004

Longing for another
So far out of reach.
Waiting and hoping
Eating away at me.
Constant reminders
Of what I desire
Flood through my soul,
My heart, my life.
This time, the place,
The world is not right...
But the inner turmoil
Is near to breaking.
Rare is wanting something
So very, very badly,
And it feels my heart
Is being ripped from my chest.

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