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Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality. / Edgar Allan Poe
Vague steps on an Unfamiliar path, Sweeping the vulnerable With the winter winds. I have not known Spring to ever meet fall, Love to ever meet war, Or the sun the ever meet the moon. Crys in the midnight gore of Passion, You and I met. Laughter in the late night coyness, You and I loved. Regret in the early morning Hate, You and I parted. I have not known Summer to ever meet winter, Hate to ever meet peace, Or the moon to ever meet the sun. Vague steps on an Unfamiliar path, Sweeping the vulnerable With the winter winds.
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Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 11:43 PM UTC
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I'll lay with your memory until I can't remember your face, your hair, your smile I'll laugh with your jokes until I can't remember the punch line, the beat, the heart I'll dance with your body until I can't remember your muscles, your shape, your soul I'll stay with your presence until my heart won't beat anymore I'll try to escape your never ending embrace you're a flame a never dying ember for I know that one day you'll leave me like the rest but right now I'll hold on to the string, keeping us together
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Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 9:37 PM UTC
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I still urn for winter, You know. You always knew. I still urn for spring, You know. You always knew. I still urn for the feeling of sunshine, You know. I still urn for you, You know. Without one Touch or look, You knew. Without one Kiss or cry of despair, You knew. You knew what you Could do to me. You knew, But yet you Continued to do that thing, You do. Knowing, I knew.
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Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 7:44 PM UTC
I Knew