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Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Dont talk of love,
But Ive heard the words before;
Its sleeping in my memory.
I wont disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
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Pious is this how you feel?
sometimes.. You?
I will blog about our conversation.....
I can't relate to the emotional numbness, but I can relate to having womb-like emotional safe zones like family/friends/home, etc.
OK, you mean the conversation on my blog or on this blog?
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BTW if you wait until Friday to post, i would have more time to comment. I have block exams this week.
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