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The perfection of Being
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The perfection of Being |
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poe Member
since 2004-09-06
Posts 180Heading to China 
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Living like it is the last day of life Breathing in the crisp air Seeing no colours Love has infiltrated the senses The mind is bending out of shape The lights seem so dull Your face brings tears to the eyes of angels Darkness has been locked away in it's steel coffin Days bleed together like so many colours Nothing seems to be logical Fragmented futures zip by in fiction ridden blurs Lost for words, yet never having to utter a sentence Heart beating as mile a minute Yet the body has been paused The soul is dancing on firefly wings The cosmos can not explain this new emotion that has attached itself to your being Vague reminisces litter your thoughts Of times that once were Nothing seems to break this cycle An undying being the two have you become Daring to dream Forever frozen in the sky Two lovers arm in arm The perfection that is being Tomorrow comes for those who fear it. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
nice write |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Much enjoyed. |
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froggy Senior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 1893Michigan |
I very much enjoyed this read. Welcome to Pip. :-) |
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