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Nights when only the crimson moon shines its tattered face, I dream faint escapes- cravings I seem to possess no control over.
Still images, water like in vision- display a beautiful sadness of your image.
Etched deep of sorrow filled sunsets, Longing for the faintest of touch.

Held lightly- the crystal heart which engulfs the inside of my being.
Never do I speak of these impurities, for fear has become of me.
Lost in shadow, never has the heart of one’s being lay but a lonely ache.  

Alone.
The trenches of time’s drain have since solidified the broken crystal.
Healing only the amount strong enough to continue a long, pointless journey into perpetual solitude.

-Legacies of Lost Love
©2008-2009 ~tragickmagick
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Yet another depressing poem of loneliness.

Havent done any of those in a while!
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It's ok Lisa, You'll find someone (btw, I seriously dropped my cookie). :(

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Never think that it's ever over.

-prittykitty
Okay, thats it pal- lavalife for you! We're gonna find you someone to go winter jacket shopping with (hah, real life story). I'm joking around though, for all seriouslyness, if you replaced memories with the word fantasies I could have written this!
ahhh...now, I'm going to take my single self out to gorge in sorbet!

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-In Vino Veritas-
oohh!! Sorbet!

There's this awsome soycream thats peanut butter!

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I may not agree with what you say, but I will defend you till death your right to say it.

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