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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Valéry
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

 

I
2005-01-08 - 11:32 p.m.
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I want to be wasted, forgotten, and alone
Yet surrounded by those I have met;

I crave to be ravaged, lost, and destroyed
Yet safe to be greedy and full of myself;

I yearn to be wrapped in stronger arms
Yet touched by hands soft and pure;

I desire to be your pain and heartache
Yet savor the taste of sweet allure;

I hope to be the sin, your eternal downfall
Yet relish in the knowledge that I was all.

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