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Midnight, quiet world
Echoing call of lone wolf
Spine chilling.
2013 Delice1941
5th September2013
Updated 2013-2014
Echoing call of lone wolf
Spine chilling.
2013 Delice1941
5th September2013
Updated 2013-2014
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Forever More
Forever More
It's said true friendship is strong
A tree hundreds of years old
yet I saw a withered leaf falling
And the green begins to fade
Look beyond the withered leaf
See past the fading green
Look down into the soil
Where strong roots do grow.
I can hear dry branches cracking
And all the oncoming storms
Black clouds darkening the sky
Are we strong enough to prevail?
Though the branches may crack
As the winds bend them back
Look beyond the darkening clouds
The rays of the sun can be found.
I don't want to lose what we had.
I don't want to see it die.
But the wind takes the leaves away.
A barren skeleton is w
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IF TEARS WERE WISHES...
I cried a million tears and more
a constellation to fit into Eternity's store,
and if each tear were a scarlet love-knot
in the cord that ties my heart to yours caught,
without rest I will follow this otherworldly lane
of tears and knots leading me back to you again.
If tears could build a bridge from here to there
and memories were stairs I could ascend with care,
then from Earth to Heaven would not seem very far
to go to bring you back again, my kindred heart,
and if tears were wishes shining like a star above
then I would wish you here with me, my kinsmet love.
July 23, 2012
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he pokes the glass i glued to my ribs
and asks me when i became so vindictive
towards myself. i show him the rope
i tied to my ankles about seventeen years ago,
only now it's not really a rope, more like
a tattered bit of skin that's raised its head
for the occasion,
and tell him it's been this way since i was born.
i cut my finger on his zipper, bend the skin back
so he can get a peek at the sandpaper chiseling
my bones into perfection. meanwhile,
his eyes drill holes into my marrow cavities,
notice the metal starting to rust and seep
into my bloodstream. he says,
i call bullshit-takes a knife and separates
the fat from my muscles, spo
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I love wolf howls...they are so haunting. 
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