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Nothing but her name
Contributed by
iodinelove
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Thursday, 26th August 2010 @ 10:19:24 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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There are no thoughts of love greater than the thoughts of love left to time.
Often I look behind me, often I evaluate the measure of my own life, of the worth of my own actions, of the things I did or did not do. Often I see the madness of love dashed across my thoughts, the imperfection of my soul twisted into the roots of honest beauty—beauty misled by promises of kindness, by utterances of love; oh, how I love, how I love, how I love, I love, I love, love—into the fountains of enkindled hearts. How they could love me—so easily!—how they could wash my spirit free of pain. Until spent. Until crippled by my name.
In time, I am the one who loves. My heart shudders at her name. I am the one who grows old, alone, I who suffers love, having nothing but her name.
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2010-08-26 22:19:24]
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Re: Nothing but her name
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by holderofthestone on
Tuesday, 16th November 2010 @ 11:01:08 PM AEST
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| sounds like a missed opportunity to me. ive had this feeling before. you convey it well |
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Re: Nothing but her name
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by emystar on
Thursday, 25th November 2010 @ 03:22:38 AM AEST
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Wow, It looks like I've been missing out on some of your work. Sorry friend.
Good work as always.
Huggs,
emy |
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