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Black Hole
At 12:38 a.m. on 2001-11-24


Feeling very melancholy & trying to explain how I felt.

That's what I feel

I am a vortex

Full of emotion

All in one tiny body

I wasn't meant to hold all this

Bottled up inside

It comes through

Welling out of my eyes

Tears of joy, or ones of pain

All contain

A piece of me

Inside every drop.

Before ________&________After

Older List:
Narcissus - 2007-12-12
Without - 2007-11-18
Hunger - 2007-11-18
Beyond - 2007-11-18
So Beautiful - 2007-10-12

Jaded Poet, Lonely in Company
. . . and a pen rests by the chalice, pull up a chair by this, the fire, drink long, the ink and wine are able, the script leaps from hand, into the pyre,
. . . yes, the bottle is half full, pull the cork and pour another, hide your eyes deep in the swallow, and we'll burn this script together,
. . . damn the feather, pour the ink, and let the ruin stain those lips, I beg and hope to share this hour, but those hands of yours, will never leave your hips.
By Jarday




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