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Oct 2011
Gripping panic. Where have you gone?
Dark shadows pull heavily on already languid limbs.
Your smell permeates my pillow but your warmth is gone
Dream of you. Whisper your name amonst the stars
Pleading with them for just a glimpse of the sun
For only your light can wake up my silent heart
Lurch, pulse, stutter...then thump thump thump
A soft rhythm of life
I lie in wait
Eye lashes flutter close
Feeling you inch closer and closer
Coming alive has never felt so good
Blood and bone burning for just a taste
Feed me
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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   Brandon
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