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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Val�ry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe

 

Lesson Learned
2004-12-05 - 6:10 p.m.
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Lingering scent of your warm body
Remains upon my sheets
The smell of sweat and heat
And of love well spent.
Faint silhouette of your heart
Remains upon my pillow still
The scent of rain and heartache
And the lingering taste of your will.

raw || truth
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Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave