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Fatal Attraction

Again! I come to you, thou, I said I never would; but! Here I am again, in the middle of the night, your slave. How many times, have I walked away; turned my back on you, then found I couldn’t sleep a wink, for all I did was lie-awake, and think of you? And even when I could sleep, every dream, - I dreamed, was you. It would appear, I am addicted to you. What is this hold you have on me, that will not set me free; that claims my every waking, and sleeping thought, and dream? There are times I love you more than life itself, when you carry me away from the downside of reality; and I become the real me. But, there are times, when I hate you; like now, when I need to sleep, but you keep calling me, knowing I can’t resist. So, here I am again, in the middle of the night, in the kitchen - with you - my destiny as once again, I write. Written: April 25, 2011 - This Free Verse was inspired by: another sleepless night Author: Elane Cecelia George, of Canada

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Date: 6/6/2012 6:16:00 AM
When I click on one of your poems I know it will be amazing Lainie. Thank you for sharing your words with us. I hope all is well with you and yours. I will stop back again soon. Love, Carol
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Date: 3/29/2012 9:16:00 PM
wOW! how wish I could write the way you did;) More power to you Elaine!;)
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Date: 1/12/2012 5:52:00 PM
hmm makes me think of how some long for chocolate? I have missed you! Where are you? Light & Love
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Date: 7/20/2011 1:56:00 PM
This is really great. Bound to a muse and needing to be able to write. That's the poet in us all. Great stuff my friend. God Bless, JB
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Date: 5/12/2011 8:49:00 PM
oh,my you sound so much like me here. Very clever. Sweet Lainie!!
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Date: 5/3/2011 12:08:00 PM
aawwww that was cute.
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Date: 5/1/2011 5:22:00 AM
Beautiful expressions on the feelings of isolation, Lainie
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Date: 4/27/2011 4:32:00 AM
Lainie I have way too many sleepless nights to count too ..that is when the creative spirit rises up for most of us poet addicts..haha.. as u phrased it so well and the most beautiful pieces emerge from our pens when we should be sleeping.. our gift won't let us sleep if it wants us to create that moment.. a lovely insight into the writer and experience or as u titled Fatal Attraction..luv..
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Date: 4/26/2011 3:08:00 PM
I think we all know that feeling LOL
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Date: 4/26/2011 9:19:00 AM
i have the swame exact feeling about writing... great poem... had me hooked and here i was thinking you were talking about a guy
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Date: 4/25/2011 5:30:00 PM
Lainie, you were meant to be a writer. You can put up all the fuss you want, try to walk away, but that pen is magnetized and you will have to keep writing. If this is for John Heck's contest, I wish you success! Love, Carolyn
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Date: 4/25/2011 12:54:00 PM
this happens to me as well, lainie... a stunning piece with a great twist in the end! wow..:) huggs, nette
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Date: 4/25/2011 7:33:00 AM
I really enjoy a surprise ending. Thanks for sharing
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Date: 4/25/2011 3:53:00 AM
this is a very good poem.. cory
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Date: 4/25/2011 3:26:00 AM
Good poem, with a clever ending. I try to accommodate my muse by keeping paper and pencil by my bedside.
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