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the perception of the love I have to believe that does exist
It was perhaps that moment between such lines as bleakness and insanity the amber tears which filled the glass with the weakness of love dying in vain
principles and obligations that slipped away like the bourbon and rocks in my clenched fists that warmed my belly an numbed my soul
but changed not a damned thing
"I give up" I mutter to myself over and over constantly
staring blankly off into space
but as I do a thought comes creeping into my head. 'When I close my eyes I see my heart inside your hands; when I open my eyes I see the dream or at least the perception of the love I have to believe that does exist
~ D Donner ~
Well Said
I like how your style has evolved and expanded. Cool writing. Yrpoempalfromthebigmitten.