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Do you miss others
the way I do?
No perhaps not.

You search for traces
not in open spaces
but in habits and holes

My wide open net
cast out onto the world
seeks not but finds

Some anonymous words;
more poems with no rhyme,
and dead pictures like a stitch in time

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I realised that I might not be afraid of death,
but I'm deathly afraid I will lose him.

Hope when you take that jump
You dont feel the fall

Hope when the water rises
You built a wall

Hope that you fall in love
The only way you can know
You gave it all you had

And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain

Hope that you spend your days
And they all add up

Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay

When it feels like night,
the moon gives no reply

Her face, half-hidden from mine,
reflects and does not provide

With a constant change,
glimpses are never quite the same

And yet, here I am,
seeking her out once again

She might not speak,
she might not explain

But without fail, I know,
there she will remain.

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Love is a gypsy's child,
it has never, ever, known a law;
love me not, then I love you;
if I love you, you'd best beware!
( Habanera )

We see the contradictions of the social world in which Nate lives-a world in which women are outspoken and independent, and yet, confusingly, seem to wilt at the slightest sign of disinterest from a man; a world where men can delay commitment infinitely if they prefer, while women begin to feel constrained by time. Or, as Nate puts it, surveying ( Read more... )

"ULTIMATELY, THEY DON’T KNOW YOU WELL ENOUGH, AND THEY NEVER CAN. EVERYONE’S ALONE IN THEIR WORLD, BECAUSE EVERYBODY’S LIFE IS DIFFERENT. YOU CAN SEND PEOPLE LETTERS, AND SHOW THEM PHOTOS, BUT THEY CAN NEVER COME TO VISIT WHERE YOU LIVE.

UNLESS YOU LOVE THEM.

AND THEN THEY CAN BURN IT DOWN."

~   Michael Marshall Smith, Only Forward