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Contributed by Sasha on Friday, 30th July 2010 @ 09:34:24 PM in AEST
Topic: mystical

I stumbled on precious lines etched from everything he is
Making sense from worlds that had lost us too fast
They breathed our definition, gains and losses I got to forget
Just that the tears in them though, were mine as much as his

One moment of his senses against mine; like old haunts somehow
Whose lines are those really? mine… his… ghosts from pasts?
Every line closes another mystery from insane distances
Two fractured lives euphoric together on yet another lifetime

He is purple to my thirst for life, I feed on him, I feed on us
A glove on my phantom hand, like music from invisible tangos
He looks through shards and finds me a million times
Dances we lose ourselves in, everything we have left behind

Lives we meet over and over, lives we die on each other
And some of us pick them right back, once again, one more time
The next chance, the next choice…some we cant let go
Like things we create for each other, him for me, and I am his…

Copyright Â© Sasha ... [ 2010-07-30 21:34:24]
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Re: When... (User Rating: 1 )
by thebadguy9999 on Saturday, 31st July 2010 @ 03:36:03 AM AEST
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very nice poem

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