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Mar. 10th, 2006 @ 01:01 am Sometimes, I write just because it makes me glad that I can...
Remember how I left you
pale in the morning light
weeping sweet
and into the night
day’s soft answer cut right through

Now in fever have I walked
these many days of
broken faith
in dark I stole love
and in earth’s cradle was rocked.

The ancient graves lie open
what do we bury?
The guilt ours.
And will you carry
this bitter game’s last token?

Through dark skies the moon is stalked
cold and gentle dove
takes no faith
you felt the night’s shove
In your sick dreams long you talked.

Once again the curse bites true,
and the truth seals tight.
What is sweet?
and can this be right?
that the day ends without you?
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The Glow For the Duchess
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Date:March 11th, 2006 04:23 am (UTC)
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perhaps someday you will write because it will make you glad that you must.
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