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Rating: PG
Genre: Poetry as I remember/imagine

snowflakes in our hair, dancing
in the street lights. fill
me with the sincerity in
your eyes. I want to
but we know it’s not
right. whimper regrets through chords
at night. thoughtful sighs and
lips that cry, cradling a
bleeding heart as it dies.

Current Mood:
recumbent recumbent
Current Music:
Glittering Black --Explosions in the Sky
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On August 13th, 2005 03:54 pm (UTC), prettyjannalee commented:
I do enjoy this poem, the end is a bit stuffy or something doesn't quite fit. But, the rest is glorious and beautiful. The poem truly captures the moment. Thanks.
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