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In Mists I was Torn
By Tagen
Forever dawning, I was yawning,
And thought of thee, though I wast torn.
And I ever, though I never hated my cross, though all the more,
"I bleed,
So feed
My winter."
Your disease
Has left me shivering by the cold wasteland of eternal deceit.
And when blessed by burden's shore,
I wept for you and loved you all the more.
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Copyright 2018 Tagen
Published on Saturday, November 3, 2018.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
Spirit - InspiredComments on "In Mists I was Torn"
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On Thursday, December 27, 2018, PoetessDarkly
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wrote:
Gorgeous refrain the imagery is stellar
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On Sunday, November 4, 2018, Samael Crowe
(173) wrote:
Dismal, yet beautiful...
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On Sunday, November 4, 2018, Tagen
(112) wrote:
:) Thank you
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On Saturday, November 3, 2018, Arwen
(187) wrote:
The hardest thing to do in the world is loving someone in spite of all the burdens that come a long with it.
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On Saturday, November 3, 2018, Tagen
(112) wrote:
Indeed, thank you.
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