Fuck.

Jun 25, 2005 23:31

In a spit, you always win ( Read more... )

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stilettojean June 27 2005, 18:01:09 UTC
you are not so far away
though my eye wearies to light upon your mystery
dance upon the sweet serene
my single-minded lonesome queen
so fickle with your patience
will ye cometh anon for me
frigid, sobering solemnity
or do you sulk uncherished by your endless reign
shall I frolic to thee, beloved
shall I set aside my life for thee
o what little comfort could I hope to bring
and yet she will be known
and though we have not met, no
I do so yearn to be held
I die tonight to know your touch
Bereft of such on solid earth
our solitude, the whimsy flimsy trodden paths
together, forever, in the night

(Secret: It's written to Death... shhhh).

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