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Breath
Contributed by
Flare_For_Despair
on
Friday, 5th January 2007 @ 09:52:20 PM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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Though in this darkest hour we are not but silent.
Only standing under the only light shinning on the street.
There we wait for silence to be broken with words of meaning.
Waiting for these words of untold realism we fill only the rain hitting us.
Telling us to feel cold and wet yet nothing seems meaningful without words.
Though we wait and time seems inexistent I think of no more then here with her.
The cold truly doesn’t affect me for she lies in my arms waiting for me to speak as I wait for her.
Then it comes the broken silence the breakthrough and all it is was a simple sigh with a breath of air we see there on this darkest hour.
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2007-01-05 21:52:20] (Date/Time posted on
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