<untitled V>A Poem by shiloh jennings 04/19/01 drifting, like a feather on the slowest current of air, gently l o f t i n g into the lowest pits of hell... no hands to grab with, nothing to hold on to, edges singeing in the fires becoming forever frozen by the licking desires...
nowhere to run
the beginning shall start over again... only this time with love trapped as before -- the broken door of eternity -- this is the last dance.
would you like to??? © 2008 shiloh jennings |
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Added on July 17, 2008 Last Updated on July 17, 2008 Author
shiloh jenningsHamilton, Ontario, CanadaAbout~//:* I am me, no more, no less. *://~ The film has started. The first scene is of a young woman. She is tall, perhaps 5'10". Her long dark hair falls over her shoulders in a cascade of natural cur.. more..Writing
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