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Etiolated Dreams
written by Tessin07:31 AM 12/24/04Munch one said; "Just as in his drawings, Leanardo explains anatomy, herewith I explain the anatomy of the soul... My task is the study of the soul, that is to say the study of my own self... In my art I have sought to explain my life and it's meaning." Words from a man after my own heart.
Dulcet music can't help a deaf heart. Recherche effection is nowhere to be found. Unrequited love makes for great poetry, but i would trade every drop of poetic blood in my veigns for great, true love. Shes destined to be someone else's beautiful wife.
I'm no poet, "Don't interfere boy"
Im no knight in shining armor, "keep you mouth shut boy"
I am not the solution the problem, "You don't stand a chance boy"
But i'll fight it tooth and nail, to no real avail. Disconsolation is my home and even so, i play the amatuer matchmaker out of compassion.
My languid shoulders need rest, after all... Emtyness is awfully heavy. |
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my first submission, but far from my best work.
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