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long lost with the lustre of the sun disregarded by the sinister moonlight closed, concluded and impossibly undone choiceless and shoved into this plight entirely consumed from flesh to soul piled dust, the story's become old. to crinkle and crumble on the cold hard floor soaked in stupidity and in shame bashful with pain in being lured shriveled up hiding away from fame teary from the dent within losing that support to lean. to stand strong at the stormy seas pugnacious against the teary rush unwilling to raise any childish pleas any said would have been hushed depriving oneself of fear and moving on there's no turn back, never forlorn. Longing Of Vivacious Evening Leaving On Vows Enacted gone and left with the remaining bereavement never to be repeated caught by surpise it always does re-establishing, brimming in surplus.
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author Michele all these while...
February 2011 |