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When...
Contributed by
Sasha
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Friday, 30th July 2010 @ 09:34:24 PM in AEST
Topic:
mystical
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I stumbled on precious lines etched from everything he is
Making sense from worlds that had lost us too fast
They breathed our definition, gains and losses I got to forget
Just that the tears in them though, were mine as much as his
One moment of his senses against mine; like old haunts somehow
Whose lines are those really? mine his ghosts from pasts?
Every line closes another mystery from insane distances
Two fractured lives euphoric together on yet another lifetime
He is purple to my thirst for life, I feed on him, I feed on us
A glove on my phantom hand, like music from invisible tangos
He looks through shards and finds me a million times
Dances we lose ourselves in, everything we have left behind
Lives we meet over and over, lives we die on each other
And some of us pick them right back, once again, one more time
The next chance, the next choicesome we cant let go
Like things we create for each other, him for me, and I am his
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Sasha
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2010-07-30 21:34:24]
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Re: When...
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by thebadguy9999 on
Saturday, 31st July 2010 @ 03:36:03 AM AEST
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