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My fingers small against thy side.
Contributed by
iodinelove
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Sunday, 13th March 2005 @ 12:36:50 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Life is beyond me. I consider the options the mountains the oceans black and inverted; I consider the softest touch I have ever touched.
Still, I cannot measure the swollen eyes that cannot capture the immensity of thy light. I cannot, over a thousand stretches of thy night, contain my love for thee.
Walking along concrete walls and concrete halls the concrete plastic seats and rubber faces, I see thy name across every empty field, across the windows that are graves that are standing walking sitting stone, against the flesh and faces.
I would burn each page each night each moment of my life if I could but bid thee give a seconds glance and pass thy hand to me to feel thy wounds and run my fingers small against thy side to feel the waters of thy love.
I grow weary of this world of this hollow flesh of these bones of this desire that i do not desire.
I have one need one want one thing above all else and that is to be with you again my love my friend my father son and daughter my groom my bride.
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Re: My fingers small against thy side.
(User Rating: 1 ) by emystar on
Sunday, 13th March 2005 @ 02:41:52 AM AEST (User
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Very sad yeat a masterpeice.
huggs,
emy |
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Re: My fingers small against thy side.
(User Rating: 1 ) by xtremcalibur on
Sunday, 13th March 2005 @ 03:39:36 AM AEST (User
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Wonderfully put. |
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