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Whispering, You, From the center of my mind, 'Goodbye' Clouds and pools, in the depths of your eyes. We flourished in darkness, Yet cried for the skies, I wept to be free, You wept to die. And we are mourning tonight, The death of an American Violet, The death of torment and passion, A velvety bloom, (Spirit). A funeral, A wake, Would you like to be a visionary, A drifter, A prophet? I keep this vigil in reverence of you, For it rained last night, And I remembered this. I shall miss you, My spring eyed comrade. You were my tortured, My young, My alive. Briefly, In the season when, Our minds brushed, A memory was born. A violet blossomed.
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Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 9:47 PM UTC
Death of an American Violet (March 1996)
Whispering, You, From the center of my mind, 'Goodbye' Clouds and pools, in the depths of your eyes. We flourished in darkness, Yet cried for the skies, I wept to be free, You wept to die. And we are mourning tonight, The death of an American Violet, The death of torment and passion, A velvety bloom, (Spirit). A funeral, A wake, Would you like to be a visionary, A drifter, A prophet? I keep this vigil in reverence of you, For it rained last night, And I remembered this. I shall miss you, My spring eyed comrade. You were my tortured, My young, My alive. Briefly, In the season when, Our minds brushed, A memory was born. A violet blossomed.
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MRae
42/F/Pennsylvania
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 9:47 PM UTC
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