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For What I Have Lost...
the great outreaches of the unknown,
have graced my face,
blessed my touch,
so that I can run my fingers over hers,
and one day feel,
her cold embrace,
so for gone,
and yet so close.
i am lost in this world,
not by choice,
but because I am a ghost.
the world turned away,
each person one by one left day by day,
i found nothing could stop me from approaching,
coming ever close,
searching,
for something so lost,
so far out in the unknown,
that it was fear i felt,
and caskets adorned with flowers rained from the sky,
my heart,
myself,
I must always shadow from their light,
as each ascended to something unknown,
something so frightening,
powerful and oppressive,
i became dark,
the moonlight became my beacon,
my sun,
my day,
and till this day,
I wish that she and I,
could ever so gently in the sky,
pretend to sway...
- XxRestrictedModzxX
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I undertand your feeling, for
I undertand your feeling, for they touch deeply with my oul my friend.
I Was Deeply Stirred Inside
by caskets falling'; so dramtic and indicative of your penchant for the profusions of tendrils intermigled with ideataion matrices and external phenomena. Please reead one or more of my attempts as I am so very desirous of hearing your thoughts about my writings.
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