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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

 

Little Unicorn
2003-07-26 - 3:34 p.m.
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Songs remain unsung, too late the bells have rung

The clock tolls twelve, as I put him on the shelf

Sweet dreams, Little Unicorn, my heart is torn,

Remember the fantasies, never regret your destiny

You served your purpose, its over I suppose

Maybe one day you'll return, My Little Unicorn

You were destined to crash and burn,

Little Unicorn

Soon another will replace

Leather instead of Lace

Happiness replaced by scorn, my poisonous unicorn

Good-bye to you, you loving fool

I hope you suffer too.

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