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Cold, like the kiss of death,
Embalmed, entombed forever.
Nothing to do, save to die,
Missing you, the cause of it all.
Is this love?
If so, will it change
When I am near you?
Will it be...
Warm like the sun in spring,
Running, laughing through the world.
Or, am I dreaming, to awake,
Friendless, sad, alone.
©2003-2008 ~ruronin
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A poem I wrote in high school, long ago. I was in the throes of first love, and was more than a little emotionally extreme about it. Of all the (rather horrible) poems I wrote about this girl, this is probably the best.
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~Tannonclaw:iconTannonclaw: May 29, 2007, 10:46:44 AM
Awww now that's just ADORABLEE.
-tugs on yer ears-
It doesn't sound retarded. You must have been smart back then. :)

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