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For Carrie
By Derelict Dream
Like a flower never quite touched by the dew,
Like a moth that never reaches the flame,
Though our longing makes us feel blue,
We beg and plead for it again and again.
To imagine being with the one whom we love,
Is to imagine a life like in heaven above.
Its the thing with which the candle of our lives are ignited,
Its love, and so often, its unrequited.
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© 2008 Derelict Dream (David O. Wilkins)
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On Tuesday, April 29, 2008, Rebel tiGer King
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soft indeed, a piece that gravitates very gracefully, nice write brother -symph-
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On Tuesday, April 29, 2008, The Lipstick Factor
(290) wrote:
Oh...*claps hands*...this i love!
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A former member wrote:
this is very beautiful... soft and tender like the love you described.
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