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the calling
Contributed by
Ldy_Tryst_Vampyrre
on
Sunday, 1st February 2004 @ 09:25:30 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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to kiss that which has not been tasted
to see that which has not been heard
to love that which has not been near to me
is to weep at the loss of my soul
come back to me, my knight, my sweet
come back to me and be received
come back to me and forever be welcomed
your goddess,
shivering in the breeze
of loneliness and grief..
..my love, my sweet.....
wilst you not return?
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2004-02-01 21:25:30] (Date/Time posted on
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