Losing, by ~The Familiar Side of Strange~
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when the sun
sinks past the horizon
and the water
glistens in the light
my eyes are filled
with darkness
from the pain
that comes with the night
when the moon
rises high above
and the stars
twinkle with might
my body is stilled
with pain
and though there is panic
I will not put up a fight. |
| Posted: 2009-06-10 06:59:42 UTC |
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| 2009-06-14 23:32:29 | izzy |
| this has so much detail in this one. i really like it, very well written. |