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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

 

My Warm Embrace
2004-12-01 - 4:50 p.m.
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My warm embrace you shall never know
May you yearn for hands upon your soul
My cool caress you may never ken
May you desire more from me than what might have been.
How I envy your reckless disregard
I long to forget the workings of your heart
Though it shall do you no good
I am out of your grasp, as I should.
Hear me now, you cold hearted one
You shall never taste the heat but alone
You will never know what has become
Of the one you ran from.

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