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By Savannah Haze Date: 2006 Aug 26 Comment on this Work [[2006.08.26.11.20.24313]] |
| You write these songs, dancing melodies adorned in words spoken too late. Whirling, spinning and reeling from my ears to the place in my heart you refuse to relinquish. As they gambol in circles around my memories, I hear you quietly laughing. It is Zaroff's laugh as he patiently hunts his pre. You await in shadows, anticipating my wrong step into the sinking sands of infidelity. You think it is only a matter of time before I shed these accoutrements of loyalty from my shoulders and enter your broken world again. You underestimate the power of my convictions. Though my love for you built mansions, I'm working on a universe. Your low Siren song pierces me but my lovers hands are healing. Hum your tune elsewhere. There are others who will take you in. |