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And we basked in dreams and little things, dancing beneath hopes light, (For in the foolishness of hope we thought that love could brave all heights), And made sweet murmurs in our sleep for every welcome dream, (For in dreams delusion did we believe that we were never mean), And felt the heat within our blood for the little things weve said. (For drunk in love we never saw our hearts turned numb then dead).
I love you with all my heart, my dear, and cherish your precious name, (I love you with all my heart, my dear, though I hate you all the same), &nb


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On changing planes, the traveler finds, That the other wind blows, Towards the farthest shore,
He, the dispossessed, sighs, and shuts his eyes and imagines,
The beginning place and, within it, The left hand of darkness, the lathe of heaven, The cause of his loss,
Who took from him paradise, Remaking it in his own twisted image.


LetheLetheLethe
Lethe flows before me: A white noise, that of water free,
Green grass, the smell of earth, Fresh waterall I see.
The sightI am breathless, The water is clear and beautiful, Yet I am hesitantafraid, But I will not leave.
The river, inviting, Tranquil water, clear blessing, I am thirsty. I wish to drink, The water is refreshing.
Oh river of decay, Shadows have chased me, Your offer for escape, I hear: Come. Drink. Forget.
Sweet oblivion take me. Currents, sweep me, Lest I l


A Homage...A Homage To Absence And To Beginnings And Endings As Well (For They Are Important Too)A Homage...
She is a radiant comet, a fire burning bright whose passing quotes the sky above. Dizzying in her course; she mesmerizes me with her speed and grace as she dances, the protagonist supportedas was justby the stars around her. She does not wane but rather waxesa breathtaking sight.
I am beneath her. Helpless to do anything except watch on from afar. On her perch on the sky, I am probably a sorry thing, pathetic in spirit and insignifcant in size and yet there exists no other person who knows well how special she is
Sweet Moves

My Friend Charlie The GhostAll my life he had been there, lying on his back in the crawl space under my room. Before I even learned to say mama, I whispered his name through the cracks in the floorboards under my bed.My Friend Charlie The Ghost
Charlie, I would say, pointing my finger at the cold blue eyes that stared right through me. Dust had gathered on his face, and I was always afraid he would sneeze and wake father up, but he never did. Even when I took a deep breath and blew so hard that his eyelashes moved, he never blinked, and when the dust had settled he was still staring at me with those X-ray eyes as if something at the back of my head was holdin
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98% of the Deviant population does or has tried sticking a statistic in their signature. If you're one of the 2% who hasn't, copy & paste this in your signature.
Don't mind me, I'm just insane.
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What's done is done, what's there is there.
What ever happens next, I'll wait and bare!
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