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Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Desire a dream
Locked behind a strange door,
That closes when light strikes the floor,
The morn forever will entail,
Of a lust in time that shall never prevail,
A color will forever disappear from the present,
And dwell into a corner of the mind,
Of a memorable time once in hand,
And today, you will not stand,
That time and again it is the same,
A silent distance forever encompasses,
In between the two sides of the field,
Forever it lay in an unopenable trunk,
Quietness was the only season known,
But who will dare to open it?
Who will dare to keep it lit?
Don't trust me, but I will...
posted by bereaved vendetta @ 9:22 AM  
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