

De l'Ame au CoeurPsyche, To Eros The way the sun looks at the end of day Like gentle, soft, and loving fingertips, A golden bronzing on a world of clay Where, from slow taps, gold fire downward drips And falls as burning lava on your lips. So as you walk youll hear me say In bitter tones from cold, rejected pits, You mother never liked me anyway.De l'Ame au Coeur
As fire burns out into the fray And fleeing from the scene your shadow slips Which leaves me standing, waiting for the flay Of angry words, a hearts apocalypse Complete with chains and lashing, biting whips. &


It hit me right thereIt pierced through me Like a sword made so perfectly With perfect tools and perfect hands That it didnt seem real It couldnt be realIt hit me right there
I could feel it slowly going in Breaking the skin and whatever comes after Exposing my insides My blood flowed in plain sight For even you to see
The edges so smooth
So sharp and quick That it just missed the nerve And I couldnt even feel the pain Not even a little bit
But it hit me deep It hit me right there The scar will still be there A scar that no one can see &n
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In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and has been widely regarded as a bad move.
Douglas Adams
English humorist & science fiction novelist (1952 - 2001)
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Ich lieb ihm, doch täglich muss ich sehen, wie er lebt, als hätt's mich nie gegeben.
I'm a Romantic stuck in a Post-Modern world.
I have a crush on Hareton Earnshaw and Jay Gatsby.
I've been rocked by Amadeus.
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