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By Galadrial Date: 2003 Apr 01 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.01.07.59.4334]] |
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mourning the love gone as so many have done, you feel the hollow more deeply after the midnight strike and somewhere a voice speaks that says love only lives for so many ticks so many seconds, or minutes, or hours, and the only thing worse than love that never arrived is the love you held with both arms, wrapped softly in the layers that were all you had, Blame is a cheap trick, that works less well each time we pull it like a penny from behind a lover's ear. And i know i did love you, and once you did love me only now all I can hear is the finite ticks that say I am more alone now, then ever i knew on the nights when my sheets wept to shelter more than I. |