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An echo of my stilled vibration, wandering a world of lust... I find no figure, nor vocation, to fit the thought of me, of us...
Rated: Fiction T - English - Spiritual/Romance - Chapters: 17 - Words: 1,072 - Published: 10-10-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3064728
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What if she was watching me
Behind the brine, the brick foundation?
Suddenly, with upturned eyes
Breaks free from timed-release location
What if she came, took my hand-
Would not the world be simpler, then?
Would not the skies scream of the sorrow
That gripped my heart, that rent the 'morrow?
'Would' would never be the same
If you opened up my heart again
Not for you, or I, or us…
Complete the poem, Cait… for you must
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