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[bodytext] => I’m sorry this took so long to write I should have said this by now So, I’ll say it tonight Honesty, honestly, I don’t see it, Separated by confusion, I spin freely away Your face is an illusion, I reach to touch Promise me nothing Because, you owe me too much Days of passion Nights were the same Moons over the horizon The sun becomes our guide The ocean our mirror Reflecting shadows to the land The beach collects its waves As our feet tangle in the sand Please remember all you can The books once read Our song once sang Memories crackle Eyes sparkle Looking for a flame to feed your fire I must look away Energy rushes through my core I can feel the blood surging in my veins I can hear my heart beating in its cage I see all that is around me I can touch all I find within me Within me, Within us Nothing surfaces All things drown in pity and gilt, and anger, and stupidly, and time wasted, and time vested, with sleepless nights, and nights rested, violent dreams, and sublime skies to flee, consider me, a product of mixed minds and fallacies, contradicting philosophies, problematic idiosyncrasies, bad habits and piles of misery, somethings never change, This began as an apology Something I can not grasp Nor, will I ever understand Why such, is the will of everyman The search of perfection Where no godliness exists __________ ______ [comments] => 2 [counter] => 239 [topic] => 43 [informant] => jyssvw22 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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