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...pure and dying...
By Spiritus_Frumenti
My love is the saddest love,
It is a mournful yearning
A hopeless passion
A patience so quiet and profound
My love is the saddest love,
It is an endless feeling
Unimaginably desolate
Empty with everything-
everything that I long for in this world
My love is the saddest love,
It is filled with tragedy and desire
A faith that makes me weep for hours
For something so pure-
something so pure and dying…
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© 2008 Spiritus_Frumenti
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A former member wrote:
dying, pure and innocent up until the last breathe, what happens then?~moony
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On Monday, August 23, 2010, Miztaken4beauty
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wrote:
Beautiful, yet sad.
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On Wednesday, June 4, 2008, urbanhumility
(1175) wrote:
in all the prose you have written......i see now, clearly...what i have felt at a respectful distance.....you have gathered such a magnitude of intropection in so very few but beautiful words.......you are truly beautiful my friend......urban
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A former member wrote:
gorgeous to read of you again. ...classic as always and breathless to boot...ness
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On Wednesday, February 27, 2008, freudian-slip
(239) wrote:
OH THANK YOU. sometimes I just read for the one that hits. nice smack in the face, and well written.
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On Wednesday, February 27, 2008, past tense
(16) wrote:
the purity you yearn for isn't dead. it just likes to play hide and seek, and not let you in on the game.
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On Wednesday, February 27, 2008, Fantecstasy
(122) wrote:
And you reached inside my head and pulled out how I felt today. Excellent work. *tips hat*
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A former member wrote:
I heart it!
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