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Thursday, April 07, 2005

At this moment
All hope is lost
Music and beauty
Are nothing but salt in my sadness
Pure ice sear through my veins
Leaving behind an empty white void
Who could have thought
That the angel of death
Was so cruel?
Or that known desire
Would melt this vast
Winter night into
A flood of darkness.


*and we stare at each other and i think, dont leave me.
Posted by moonchaser at 11:50 PM

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