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Untitiled
Contributed by
patch81
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Wednesday, 17th July 2002 @ 04:27:21 PM in AEST
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The long tolls I render upon myself through the midnight hour
Wither's through thy beaten soul eating without care,
To look upon my face with much glower
Is taking thy life into much painfull despair,
Thus my only love I seek upon her bed of rest
Would not neither be there nor near,
For thy love alone is what I quest,
And losing her is much as i fear
With lies hidden secretely within her bosom they set,
Telling not I, not a single soul in her creation
For thy love to no not forget,
Than upon my bed of rest we had relation
Upon mountains up high with flying birds i seek
And through the deepest lake with swimming fish i wonder,
That her and only her my love I bespeak,
Before thy heart collapse and asunder's
As the midnight's hour turns to dawn a new,
I still wilter to not retrieve her heart that I sought,
But all i wanted was her heart with mine to imbue,
No more, for I sleep into the day with much distraught.
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Re: Untitiled
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by Jackee_line on
Wednesday, 13th November 2002 @ 08:25:27 PM AEST
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very nice, a great write.
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Re: Untitiled
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by Sarah22 on
Monday, 16th December 2002 @ 01:31:26 AM AEST
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| wonderful work |
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