so... a night passed out mind lost in intoxicated oblivion standing barren in the snow flame between my fingertips watching breath slide in and release in bursts of fog head is swimming mirky pools hands on me I can't remember my axis is askew and spinning falling. dragging. shivering. burning alive from the inside
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Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on February 12, 2004
How did you capture this is so few words? So well penned, why do people go there?
I know this feeling.. once you've been there you never forget!
You've managed to pen in words the very hopeless results of an intoxicated state of mind. Very well penned. Lisa
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
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You've managed to pen in words the very hopeless results of an intoxicated state of mind. Very well penned. Lisa