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I bid the now do take my head,

for in it now i dare not tread,

sear the ends as you lift,

i dare not give out this "gift",

seal it in a sack of rot,

i find it hard, all i rought,

place me in a hill of earth,

for all i am, i am not worth,

burn my body in a fire,

to enshure that i expire,

truth be told i am of red,

come and find me, make me dead.

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ravenairsprite
20:59 Jun 06 2009

Interesting. Ver detailed and vivid. I can see it in my minds eye.

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if you would seek to wound me with words,

then it is better you cut me in flesh,

for the wound you leave on my soul,

will then have true form,

so it is the cut unviewed, is so oft the one worst felt,

the one belingered in the night,

for a single lash of tongue does equal,

a hundred of the lash we hear,

so if it is my soul ye wish to tear,

be my guest it is not here,

it trails the lash os oft unnoticed,

so thashed and torn no mark is quoted,

if in my stead you see a tear,

i withstood my torment so long as i could,

my stained glass window of a heart,

i gave to you, so now smashed apart,

if so i wake not again this year,

ill be not gone, trapped in my tears.

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ravenairsprite
21:01 Jun 06 2009

How heartbreakingly true. I know this feeling so well sweety.

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i am currently feeling a drawing to my old lifes and loves that is making things feel as if they are slowly folding in and my soul imploding. i am seeing things that i had wished i would never have to deal with and yet i knew it would come to pass, my family as small as it always has been will soon fall by 1 and i know not how i will respond. my aunt is getting a job that will soon take her away for times undetermined and i know not how this will effect the way i hold my life, my proclaimed sister, is soon to be wed and is expecting child, i know not how this may again tear our relationship asunder. i feel as thou the fates do truly enjoy toying with me as i see that as soon i make connections they find new ways to sever them from me, breaking me from my flight like the much ill-fated icuras i so oft feel i am, how do others trudge on so when such weights are so injustly thrust to them, my life, my loves they are taken from me like such ill begotten toys, my only protegy twas taken before lifes ill breath it did take! i feel as sorrow has thus become me but i must maintan my steel face for those who would collapse if not for i!