Closing my eyes,
looking up at Heaven.
Loving the stars,
hating Hell.
Seeing you,
missing me.
Oh hello goodbye,
I never thought we were dreaming
Alone, with the zephyr (why such an arcane word, Bibi!)
brushing my skin.
We steer the wheel
back onto the right Highway
of Life. You give me your
ring, that mythic love.
Oh why Time-Truth,
blighting this destiny
I could never forget you,
though right now
I'm faced with that
sonorous tone
of my prima donna;
new love of mine.
Author notes
-WORDBANK 
grit
back
frost
tone
steer
ring
dreaming
blight
alone
ere
zephyr
mythic
prima
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x.x i guess it's hard to collaborate when our two styles are very different. and truthfully, i can only sort of guess at the narrative. still, your poetic voice is your poetic voice =p
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oops.
you mean we're supposed to write one poem... i gotta continue on from where you left issit? ack! ...another wordbank!? (I forgot =C)
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