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It seems as if we’re in love
Answers slowly, but I know it’s true
Love is so complex, peaceful as a dove
But we all know I love you

Fingers of branches of a wintery oak
The yearning of warmth invades my fingers
Then I slept until I awoke
In the misty dawn, you still linger

Six Hundred thousand days, I must wait
And all I get is a postcard
The message is quite clear, I never meant to hate
But when I heard of your death, I stood to guard

Your watchtower, princess of divinity
And the watcher of all things curtsy
Beautiful, and in all ways of sincerity
I thank thee for everything, my love, my bride, my majesty…





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SilverSun said...
Apr. 5, 2012 at 8:51 pm
Omg I was totally sad when the postcard.. and she was dead!! wow that realllyyy sucked me in. Thanks for this. Its going in my favorites!
 
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