drowned illusion

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
To posess truly is to be without

Submitted: May 29, 2009

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Please wake with me in silent screams separated by illusions dreams and hold me now in ghostly grasp my other half gone my flag flys forever half masked this rotting world the devils place turns no cheek and shows no grace the strongest show the weakest stands the lost and found the best remembered dance so love my love my dust to yours as all rings hollow and all is marooned robbie dear you are my joy so save a few for me I want them not and hate them all to face any without my sweet we had nothing but a tank of gas last life mane and horse riding into blackest night deadly disease to steer that course so beware those soul mates so fond. To brag is the Titanic's way tis too short a life full of need too long to lovers gone


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