.... and failed. Miserably.
UNTITLED
Missed, but not forgotten.
In idle hands your memory lies
like fog in bogs and valleys low.
Angels howl, wolves weep as
different pieces of different puzzles.
You speak to me, on gentle wind, yet say
nothing. Your silence, my silence,
speaks volumes.
Nearly forgotten, sorely missed. See, my dad died 2
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I've still got my sites up, but I've switched to WP so I can kind of make my own layouts....
I'm glad you found me! Can I add you as a friend?
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http://foreverpoetic.com
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And yeah - I'll add you back right now! So we've got even more in common now. LOL - I'm totally addicted to Twilight :)
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