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Is this another renaissance, or am I just pretending? Sometimes it takes calamity to force me to expand. I don't know if I'm ready for a looming final ending, But this time it feels like it's been such a very long time planned. If I lose this, if I step away, what will I lean on when the nights are cold? But could I really stand to love a ghost until I'm old? Dearest sylph, darling demon, How much longer can I lay upon an alter, A willing sacrifice waiting for bitter love to falter? But you don't, above me waiting for the day when my heartbeat has ceased. I can't keep feeding you forever. Oh alas for my fool love, the beast.
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Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 7:16 PM UTC
A Rose By Any Other Name Doth Still Offend
Is this another renaissance, or am I just pretending? Sometimes it takes calamity to force me to expand. I don't know if I'm ready for a looming final ending, But this time it feels like it's been such a very long time planned. If I lose this, if I step away, what will I lean on when the nights are cold? But could I really stand to love a ghost until I'm old? Dearest sylph, darling demon, How much longer can I lay upon an alter, A willing sacrifice waiting for bitter love to falter? But you don't, above me waiting for the day when my heartbeat has ceased. I can't keep feeding you forever. Oh alas for my fool love, the beast.
mikaila
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Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 7:16 PM UTC
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