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AVRORA DEVS
From within the taskings of your murder show,
The bones and rippings of my soul destroyed.
Carve your vision into my scars;
Tasking yourself around my walls.
Reaching beyond a minutes hold
To stand along this broken shore
Villain! I could call you.
Coward. And you would run.
I am your past;
Your mood you have lost.
Forward through the reversing tide
I see you walking alone.
So, my memmories of better days leave me to drown.
And in your darkness I find my only living light.
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| Im glad you liked the last line. Your confidance in your 'traslation,' if I may, is greater than your last. What do you supose, hightend it? And I am sadly aware of my horrible spelling. And I wrote this one today (in the text block for submissions, in point of fact ), so while I give no excuse, I do explain my poor abilities of spelling, and rush to upload. |
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Comment by: - 2006-04-29 08:37
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| There are many wonderful lines. The ending was excellent. I fear I nit pick, but "memmories" should be "memories". You have depicted a massacre of spirit once deeply in love even when the object of this affection has chosen to walk alone casting shadows on your happy memories. - Leah |
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| THANK YOU. You are amazingly gracious! |
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| Stunningly lovely writing. Your words are hard-hitting yet lyrical. 'Reaching beyond a minutes hold / To stand along this broken shore' - those lines have such an amazing sound to them. Bookshelved. |
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