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I shan't ask for what I know isn't mine. One day's gentle whisper reminding me Of that which can still tarnish all my shine-- Realization dawning on memory. Spited silver-grey clouds hovering by, Shadows of shade identifying all. Your shape contrasts, illuminating my Reasoning mind held gentle in your thrall. So, this metamorphosis will take place. A logical heart will cease to ponder, I will no longer see life as a race, My love lost soul will no longer wander. Yet, I cannot help but ask a favor: Return my love if ever you find her.
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May 4, 2012
May 4, 2012 at 2:48 AM UTC
Tarnished.
I shan't ask for what I know isn't mine. One day's gentle whisper reminding me Of that which can still tarnish all my shine-- Realization dawning on memory. Spited silver-grey clouds hovering by, Shadows of shade identifying all. Your shape contrasts, illuminating my Reasoning mind held gentle in your thrall. So, this metamorphosis will take place. A logical heart will cease to ponder, I will no longer see life as a race, My love lost soul will no longer wander. Yet, I cannot help but ask a favor: Return my love if ever you find her.
shea-vogt
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May 4, 2012
May 4, 2012 at 2:48 AM UTC
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