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Post by xxautumnmistressxx on Dec 12, 2007 0:02:39 GMT -5
Wasteland
To the barren waste land where dawn seeps into day A voice beckons through the breezes A fragile yet passionate play As roses meant for love are cast to dust To inhale this sweet melody Your heart beats just enough
I reach out to soak this up To feel the offspring of my creation Yet my citadel crumbles at my touch A feeble form of redemption And the flower withers in my palm It's image held in the constellation
I dust the picture frames displaying memories And your heart throbs in my fingertips And I long to call you forth To breathe life into you Though there is nothing but ashes left in your wake Remnants of a foundation shattered Your blood courses through the veins of a broken empire You long to breathe what really isn't breath
I thrive through your memory In every word you said Your blood and my blood The same shade of red
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