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Countdown
Contributed by
cathartic
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Friday, 19th October 2012 @ 11:50:25 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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It’s the winter of my life at the end of July
I close my eyes and count to four, I never make it to five
I remember you
His indifferent fingers dancing along my bare skin
Truth is, I’ve forgotten how to be touched
In late august, when sweet nothings turn like the leaves,
I will relive our memories at every harvest moon
At midnight, when the minute hand holds the promise of a new year
I will trace the places where your lips still linger
And in May, I’ll pick flowers for our loves grave and set them at the tombstone in June
I close my eyes and count to four, I never make it to five
I’ll remember you…
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Re: Countdown
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by northernlights on
Saturday, 20th October 2012 @ 03:08:39 AM AEST
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| Beautifully wistful,creating a definite connection. |
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Re: Countdown
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 21st October 2012 @ 02:40:52 AM AEST
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touching to state person-hood. Being there/ attentively at ones side.
Blessed words of being.
Peace!
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