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g i f t
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sunlight and crimson and the shards of a flickering memory--of a dream that was swallowed before it could fly.
pretense of heart ; vision of a soul torn inbetween , and I wonder , do you really see me with eyes like emerald suns ?
this fire is like ice ; & I want to be b u r n e d .
touch and be touched--
I want to give you your heart back
Just keep this tiny candle burning
and maybe one day this dream will take f l i g h t
- yet I shall never forget the gaze of the sky beyond the sea -
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hues of hazel
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Can anyone guess who this is about? Probably not, my poetry is so abstract and vague ... heh. Oh well.
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