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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow 
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If I held you.. would my broken arms not mend? I want to tell you, about those pictures I never kept. So many tides have swept me through this oblivion in my mind. I creep like a ghost in my own time, so pale and still alive. If I kissed you with my lips so void and hollow, would not my hands crumble in defeat? To stain you with my dirty blood, would it not be blasphemy? As my debt I let the time slip through my hands, like silk touching my fingertips. Or the water of a melting snowflake slowly numbing all I sense touch with. I try to grasp onto my weakness, stolen from me by a sacrificial opportunity. Have I been so careless as to accept my misery as a gift? You've ruled over me with an iron fist, and I've not once complained.. Bound by the influence of your broken heart's hate. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
gawd! this is sad  |
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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
some interesting lines presenting the mood well. |
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