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This soul certain:
This picture
That wall
The night
Those eyes
If smiling but still as a dead wet clock
This september
That weather
The call
Those people
If crying but overwhelmed in the corner of the memories...
You left...
You took..
You abandoned....
This soul certain of a dying man!
"A dead wet clock"....love
"A dead wet clock"....love it. Time worthlessly spent...standing still. Absolutely wonderful, Muin!!
.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thankyou. They say Time
Thankyou.
They say Time heals all wounds, but that presumes source of the grief is finite.
(Which personaly isnt finite)..
It was a very personal write.
:'( This one's sad, Muin.
:'( This one's sad, Muin. Hugs...
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Memories are
Memories are dangerous.
*sigh*
No doubt. I have a lot of
No doubt. I have a lot of them myself. Have not let go really. Just have my energy tied up in other things. Which is sometimes frustrating because I want to follow the memories and recreate some of the scenes... Dangerous.
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You are on Earth. There is no
You are on Earth. There is no cure for that.
Samuel Becketts( Waiting for Godot).
Yeah, I suppose you are right
Yeah, I suppose you are right about that, Or Samuel is...
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He is absouletly, as sickly
He is absouletly, as sickly as I am concerned.