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The letters are aligned for you; stay Drumming force of an army, and thousands of soldiers yet to come Sleep, come my way I dread the night and the brainwork that trails Dark heartfelt burn by each passing day Destined to lonely confinement Contained Cared for and then disdained “Beware! despairing hope, the birth of a thought!” Full moon, pale old rock, no cause for delight a shimmering light that of silver, soldiers at the gates! I descended, opened the gates now stay O the heart, heart knows no retreat Misplaced, has it not been the case? Prisoned in a dying body; a cave Sentenced to expectancies; decay Undead occupied at last, toasting red wine “Never been more alive” a lie Cure the heart with reason revolt! shake off this helplessness all I see is the science behind beauty and her forgetful nature I remembered the nameless shadows they were once close at bay; treason And he, the lingering shadow of doubt, romanticized pain. an addiction, lack of shame While she, cloud-footed and unaware, left to become a nameless ghost
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 10:21 AM UTC
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The letters are aligned for you; stay Drumming force of an army, and thousands of soldiers yet to come Sleep, come my way I dread the night and the brainwork that trails Dark heartfelt burn by each passing day Destined to lonely confinement Contained Cared for and then disdained “Beware! despairing hope, the birth of a thought!” Full moon, pale old rock, no cause for delight a shimmering light that of silver, soldiers at the gates! I descended, opened the gates now stay O the heart, heart knows no retreat Misplaced, has it not been the case? Prisoned in a dying body; a cave Sentenced to expectancies; decay Undead occupied at last, toasting red wine “Never been more alive” a lie Cure the heart with reason revolt! shake off this helplessness all I see is the science behind beauty and her forgetful nature I remembered the nameless shadows they were once close at bay; treason And he, the lingering shadow of doubt, romanticized pain. an addiction, lack of shame While she, cloud-footed and unaware, left to become a nameless ghost
YuriMarkovic
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 10:21 AM UTC
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