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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

 

Graceless Dark
2004-12-05 - 12:51 p.m.
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Begone, cold one
I hope you're doing well
As a favor from me to you
I curse you to the depths of Hell.

Beg of me, dear one
Down on your hands and knees
To spare you from the horror
Of what only your heart can see.

Behold, the door
Through which you walk
For the final time
Into that graceless dark.

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