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intimacy
Contributed by
cathartic
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Saturday, 26th November 2011 @ 12:19:52 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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And in the afterhours of the dark
my moon sets on your horizon
time is no longer measured by the stroke of a faceless hand
but by the seconds past since we shared our last breath
I dance with the wind
finding a semblance of hope within its light embrace
I sing
my voice runs down the hallway of our momental artifacts
singing down the walls
shattering the glass
and if love could be reduced to monetary value
time is the real currency
I paid in full
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2011-11-26 00:19:52] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: intimacy
(User Rating: 1 ) by krissy26 on
Saturday, 26th November 2011 @ 05:41:03 AM AEST (User
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This poem is beautiful.. |
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