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Sit and WaitThe more I know her,Sit and Wait
The more I yearn. Yearn for the feel of her flesh against mine. Yearning to hold her all through the night.
Alas her heart is not here,
For it is taken by someone else. Maybe next year,
I'll ring those doorbells.
But in the meantime'
I'll sit here and wait.
Because personally, I can't think of anything better to do.
by ~poetryxes
Thoughts About a SoulMy heart is a torn and tattered corpse. Which lay at my feet in this cold, infested darkness. A darkness some might call my soul. Yet lately it's just one big hole.Thoughts About a Soul
A hole that's been dug by many friends, Many lovers, but in the end. I'll go back to filling it in, And hope one day to find a friend.
A friend with a shovel and a light
To help me in this greatest plight. We'll make my soul bright as day, And go about our merry way.
Although that all might be real nice I'm still sittin' here with a bunch of dirt, And a great big hole. &
by ~poetryxes
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"He said `Dance for me,' and he said,
`You are too beautiful for the wind
To pick at, or the sun to burn.' He said
`I'm a poor tattered thing, but not unkind
To the sad dancer and the dancing dead.'"
Sidney Keyes,
Four Postures of Death
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"maybe someday they'll see a Hero is just a man who knows he's free."
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life is like a toilet roll, when it's near the end, you panic
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"He said `Dance for me,' and he said,
`You are too beautiful for the wind
To pick at, or the sun to burn.' He said
`I'm a poor tattered thing, but not unkind
To the sad dancer and the dancing dead.'"
Sidney Keyes,
Four Postures of Death
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