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How much does it cost
Contributed by
reprobate
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Wednesday, 5th May 2004 @ 11:51:52 PM in AEST
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Soft, sweet, tentative, elusive
Grasping at smoke, clutching at wishes
Love, to me, is like that, so unreal, so brutal
As is what we do to try and find it
We need it, want it, even die for it
Yet, we may never have it
It can have us, anytime, anywhere
Such is the curse of having a heart
Kisses, so dear, so light, inviting
Caresses, ever warm and pliant
All in the name of that which we call love
That mysterious torment of the soul
Alone, we pine for it, as if manna for the starving
Together, we discard it like so much trash
There must a box to keep it in, to save it
That we may take it out when we are empty
Falling, ever so deep, so long and far
Tears, so hard, so very bitter
Life's unceasing plangent is the cause
Soft, sweet, tentative, elusive
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Re: How much does it cost
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by venkat on
Thursday, 6th May 2004 @ 12:50:23 AM AEST
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Re: How much does it cost
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 6th May 2004 @ 08:34:05 AM AEST
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Life would be so much easier if everything we wanted could be purchased. The most important things aren't for sale and hard to attain.
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Re: How much does it cost
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by ladyfawn on
Friday, 6th June 2014 @ 11:42:42 PM AEST
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ooo this is sooo lovely! one of your best ever!
There must a box to keep it in, to save it
That we may take it out when we are empty
love those lines, if only there was such a box...
we could periodically open it and feed love
little hearts so it would always be there
waiting.... growing...
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