The disease creeping up into the fingertips reaching for light
have now paralyzed them within their ebony grasp
The outline of tomorrow is shrouded within the darkness of today,
and it seems that death of the last will may come forth
Look yonder for the light, for there may be one strip;
one stream of purity within the graveyard of despair
Once found, may will be revived just long enough to head there
and touch the fallen petals of silken erubescent to rid thy venom
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All that matters is that he knows what this means. At least to him.
Written May 24th, 2006
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aww. so sweet and pretty, Rose. Lovely write. I absolutely adore your imagery.
So much in so short a write. Beautiful work.
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Very vague hint indeed, but I know that he does.
He can expect more of that today. As long as the words are coming. -
i am sure he knows very well my dear. i love the words. i love the message. you put so much in such a short piece. beautiful.
thank you.
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