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Hidden in my soul, lies a passion untold. Buried deep for one to unfold. Yet hidden tight within a shell it remains. Trapped by the secular world, to be deadened by his touch. Longing for one, yet chaining her mortal soul to that which weighs it down clipping wings no longer there and causing blood to flow, in sweet rivulets down the spine. Now condemned to live her life with the tolling of mockery a soft smile and simple sound is all that needs to fool that careful eye. As mind drifts to deeper things and hope of love eternally...
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Sep 22, 2010
Sep 22, 2010 at 9:53 PM UTC
Dying love
Hidden in my soul, lies a passion untold. Buried deep for one to unfold. Yet hidden tight within a shell it remains. Trapped by the secular world, to be deadened by his touch. Longing for one, yet chaining her mortal soul to that which weighs it down clipping wings no longer there and causing blood to flow, in sweet rivulets down the spine. Now condemned to live her life with the tolling of mockery a soft smile and simple sound is all that needs to fool that careful eye. As mind drifts to deeper things and hope of love eternally...
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Sep 22, 2010
Sep 22, 2010 at 9:53 PM UTC
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