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How many more tides must I watch chase their Lunar Mother as I await my dawn? Nights turn to months, and months back to minutes, in the drowning depths of my mind . . . But still no dawn . My tomorrow will never be until you are here with me once more, my little goddess.
I never know just what to say this paper is just for decoration's sake anyway
The poetic fulfillment of khgjhbjhbh glistening ink upon parchment is my nourishment and these days and nights which pass in such slow syrupy fashion. intoxicating asfixiation
Can you still see the future in my eyes, or have these tears drowned it out? These volatile emotions leave me drained insatiably, stretched painfully across the vast seas of time. . . I long for means of escape from the choking hands of a face more terrifyingly ambiguous yet defining than the one face I long to embrace once more in passionate But alas, time is all I have now, so I am forced to learn cooperation with its icy touch.
Je n'ai jamais eu besoin de vous plus que maintenant, ma dessee petite!
Looking back upon the archaic remains of promises stoic and unfulfilled, I cling to the charred remnants of yesterdays much simpler, in hopes of an answer which I know will not come. Like a void stranger of the night, it haunts and leaves much to be desired, yet offers nothing as proof of existant reality. Words are nothing now, dreams even less yet I find inexplicable solace in the confinement of both within my darkest sanctuaries of
