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Dec 28, 2007
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Midnight's Lament
The wind perverted
Choking rain from the clouds
Turning winter bare trees
Into an ensemble of interpretive dance
And there I stood, in the midst of December
Shivering not so much from the cold
But from the need of warmth
Snapshots of balmy summer nights smoldered
And still I trembled unaided
As you slept gently without a clue
True, I could have told you
But it was always easier to revel alone
This bash is RSVP only
I just forgot to leave a paper trail
— theladyblue, Dec 28, 2007
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purplemoondoll
18 years 5 months ago
The wind perverted
theladyblue
18 years 5 months ago
thanks so much!!!
weirdelf
18 years 5 months ago
This feels like such a womans poem,
theladyblue
18 years 5 months ago
i have to agree
meic
18 years 5 months ago
“… the need of
theladyblue
18 years 5 months ago
you always
theladyblue
18 years 5 months ago
thanks so much!!!
dbaker
18 years 5 months ago
Your Poem
theladyblue
18 years 5 months ago
Thanks so much!!! I
IKnowNoBox
18 years 5 months ago
Perverted Wind as in possibly
theladyblue
18 years 5 months ago
Is the act of perversion what makes one a pervert?
IKnowNoBox
18 years 5 months ago
Perversion is very centric
theladyblue
18 years 5 months ago
Then a perverted wind is appropriate in this case...
IKnowNoBox
18 years 5 months ago
Oh I ....have not a word
theladyblue
18 years 5 months ago
I am possitive you have