Embrace

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By lost the lonely dead •

The coal etched sky, a few lonely stars A single tree, a rugged cliff Dark air so think, fogging up the mind Hard to breathe, impossible to think Consumed in fire, lungs about to burst Friends all gathered near Little tongues of fire Face’s lit with the glow Handpicked flowers everywhere They adorn her favorite tree The time is right No one watches He sneaks away To be alone Drawn to the edge Leaning over the bloodthirsty rocks A wind blows up she whispers softly Ears alight with her soft voice Her face appears in the waves below Embracing her tightly he takes the leap

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January 24, 2006 02:08Loneliness is condescending

i like this one... i might post again soon but everything i have writen lately has been a lot darker then before its hard to belive i know but i'm just not ready for it to be read it's more personal ... so yeah

January 25, 2006 04:37lost the lonely dead

thank you...that is a little hard to believe i wouldnt mind reading it anyway but if its personal well i understand...i think...until then farewell