Words of conversation hardly reflect that which sleeps in my chambers
Written words rouse it from slumber
At times it lashes out as if woken from a dream of pleasure…
Resenting me.
Other times it clings to my pages grateful for release
And yet…
That which sleeps in my chambers rarely surrenders graciously
To know me, you must…
Read me.
Oakling
March 4, 2003
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Reviewed by Tien Avielle (Reader)
Reviewed on March 4, 2003
enjoyed reading this, knowing a hint of the depths...also, drawn to the name "oakling."
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