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By ItsDanGuy Date: 2011 Jan 01 Comment on this Work [[2011.01.01.03.54.18164]] |
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Sounds of pops and bangs ring synchronously with the aching beat of my heart. Echoes of her pleas and promises of change dance senselessly through my mind like a skillful illusionist. I want to believe her - I do believe her. I want to believe her - I don't. How can one heart contain such conflicting perceptions when there is but one pulse, one mind, one me? How can her words be so compelling when they reflect such antithetical actions? I've allowed myself to get tangled in her net once more One sewed by my own efforts over the course of years; Threads of love with needles of sacrifice. Tell me Fisherman, will you dine, or is my fate at sea? |