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Archea Member
since 2006-05-13
Posts 65United States |
I lost myself in days of rest, The gleeming shift from night to day. In bows and tangles softly lay the snow and white, it made to jest. I woke in torment of my dreams, The cold caressed me silently. i shook and shivered violently and lost my very soul it seems. The dreams came back then, vividly, i saw her face in frozen prose. i cried that day, or so it goes the snow fell hard, most lividly. In days of rest i lost my heart In nights of wondering who thou art. I lost my thoughts in thinking who, I gained much more, in pursuing you. I saw your face in frozen prose, I need you now, it really shows... I see the rain, but am i a part of it? |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
what a nightmare! and to relate it to reality is scarier. oh, dream can not be all that good! enjoyed. |
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