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307 · Nov 2014
Desire
Allthepacas Nov 2014
Love as true as,
A flower,
Burning brighter,
Than the sun.
A love that surpasses,
All.

And as our love flies,
Ever higher,
It intensifies.
That is what I desire.
280 · Nov 2014
Love (short)
Allthepacas Nov 2014
Love is a promise,
Meant to be broken,
A mystery.
224 · Nov 2014
Damned
Allthepacas Nov 2014
When does the mocking-bird fly,
during dawn, day, dusk, or night?
Far away, hear children weep,
only to be seen in the deepest of sleep.
And, when the hour is almost neigh,
when the chill of death draws near,
none shall hear your fearful cry,
for shadows claim all.

— The End —