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Spectre
Contributed by
Sasha
on
Sunday, 4th June 2006 @ 10:56:14 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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I stand alone on winter's greedy length, Want's thirsty speed curling at my door, I tread his hollow footsteps, While ice winds sleet my soul. Despair in its wanton wrath sink cruel frissons into me, But I circle life, at the edge of his perfect nest. He turns to my footfall, looking my ethereal way, Awake to my silent calls in his warm menage, Spent by far-away memories burning distant fires. A time when I was real, As real as his tender new love...
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Sasha
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2006-06-04 22:56:14] (Date/Time posted on
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