I write these words, feeble, frail
To capture you in syntax
I struggle to find meaning, frantic, failing
Ink stains on paper
I attempt to keep you, fleeting, fumbling
To carry you forever
I hold you tightly, fighting, falling
A pocket note of memory
I write these words, feeble, frail To capture you in syntax I struggle to find meaning, frantic, failing Ink stains on paper I attempt to keep you, fleeting, fumbling To carry you forever I hold you tightly, fighting, falling A pocket note of memory |
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I wait but for what i do not know. [link]
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~That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die~
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I wait but for what i do not know. [link]
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