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Death of a Rose
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Memory of love, you are painful!
I must sing and burn in your smoke,
But for others-you're just a flame
To warm a cooling soul.
To warm a sated body,
They needed my tears...
For this, Lord, I sang,
For this I received love's communion!
Let me drink some kind of poison
That will make me mute,
And turn my infamous fame
Into radiant oblivion.
Anna Akhmatova (1889 - 1966)
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Xeneth Sparda
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Weeping is medicine for souls, so terrorized and love has done nothing than invite this medicinle pain, tharefore I do not shun these memories for love has done so to invite this required medicine.
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041206
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grendel
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far enough away in time to wonder if it was not just a dream about a mirage
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041206
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unhinged
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the nature of a memory is
to fade
a selective conscience
recalling only what wanted to be perceived
her face becomes fuzzy
as more days pass
the undeniable need of hands clasped in sleep, holding on
faded_away
into the desparation that made it so
as the days pass on
i don't know how else
to find love these days
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041206
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emmi
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you never get over someone you love, you just forget to remember
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041206
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unhinged
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edit
'i don't know where else to go
to find love'
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041207
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what's it to you?
who
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