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Post by darkness0within on Mar 11, 2020 9:37:44 GMT -6
Wanting.
Something precious died so long ago, Buried deep now in a shallow grave, That lonely grave that was my innocence.
Gone...But not forgotten in my abject pain, What careless visions did my mind contend, Now rotting quietly so out of mortal sight.
Once wealth beyond my dreams was mine, Squandered lightly in the chill of night, For darkness bartered nightmares for my dreams.
She came from nowhere making ardour rise, Her form divine as lust took hold of caution, A fervent kiss...A sating of a passion shared.
So blinded to her real intent to take her fill, To mesmerize and to meld me to eternal doom, Joined but for a moment in our eternity.
As she gave her deepest kiss...That bitter kiss, Now life and death remain so intertwined, To change the very fabric of my being.
And leave me wanting in my poverty.
Darkness.
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Wanting.
Mar 23, 2020 10:40:20 GMT -6
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Post by moseley on Mar 23, 2020 10:40:20 GMT -6
what comes to light says the darkness to the flower marks off time by minute and every hour leaves borders of shade and lengthening shadows can you feel me, hear me say there is substance in the shadow until it comes into the light then it has form and reason possibly all of it unknown says darkness to the flower oh beauty, what are you hiding?
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