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How loud your heart is calling, love,
How close the darkness at your breast,
How hectic are the rivers, love,
Drawn through your dying wrist.
And love, what heat your frail skin hides,
As pure as salt, as sweet as death,
And in the dark the red moon rides,
The foxfire of your breath.
- by ApolloxKnight |
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- | Submitted on 01/03/2009 |
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- Artist: ApolloxKnight
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Description:
imagine yur a dead...something or other, the dead long for our life, envious of our will and warmth, unable to control their destination on their journey from their former life, now taboo.
so obviously extreme emotions of want and lust and hate for the living
u can suggest titles in u like - Date: 01/03/2009
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Comments (4 Comments)
- ApolloxKnight - 01/04/2009
- ya it mean determined but in a different word..........OH perseverance i think?
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- HeartInHandNotInMouth - 01/03/2009
- lol thanks kirruu smile ... do you evn know what nintai means lmao?
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- HeartInHandNotInMouth - 01/03/2009
- ... i dont get the poem.... not even when i stand back and glance.... pretty sorry for someone who plans to major in english language arts and become a writer... but ur description helped me out a little... yes, this would probably how i would feel when i die. id want to live again, bcuz i know i wouldnt be able to control whats goin on, and be able to be there for the ones i love. but in this case, you always want wat you cant have...
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