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The days are numbered. As the grey falls upon us, With every other mind wondering You tear me down like a succubus. With your elegant, mystical being, And my prudence as I believe what I'm seeing. You dwell well in silence, hiding in the shadows. Hiding a smile behind that askance, a laughter that carols. But, I am courageous, though. Willing to take that leap. I just need you to know, love. That I have no strings on me. - Aks
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Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 8:41 AM UTC
No Strings.
The days are numbered. As the grey falls upon us, With every other mind wondering You tear me down like a succubus. With your elegant, mystical being, And my prudence as I believe what I'm seeing. You dwell well in silence, hiding in the shadows. Hiding a smile behind that askance, a laughter that carols. But, I am courageous, though. Willing to take that leap. I just need you to know, love. That I have no strings on me. - Aks
Sounds like a player in his 60's trying to win back his child hood sweetheart. . that is the tone of the poem, for me . it's all very sweet and vintage. - Dexter ~ He sounds more like a LOVER, it seems as if he wants her to know that it wouldn't have been destroyed by expectations. And maybe, just maybe it could've worked out if they worked together. - Kosha. . I felt it. - Ameya
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Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 8:41 AM UTC
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