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Memories in the Midst
By Sigh on Sunday
Take me to the place
Where memories are made
Smile at the thoughts
We wish we could remember
Walk with me
On this moonlit path
Laughter in the midst
Of things that haven’t yet passed
A wandering stranger
Caught in your beautiful web
Motionless I remain
Awaiting your carnivorous embrace
Dragging our feet
To the rhythm of Autumn
Fingers interlaced
In our forest of the night
Hold me now
Don’t forget to remember
Hope fades with your touch
I question your existence
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© 2006 Sigh on Sunday
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On Monday, February 6, 2006, Alanarchy
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This was enthralling. and what else can I say. I'm a fan, now.
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A former member wrote:
ooh, this gave me goosebumps, love the title, love the picture in your mind.
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A former member wrote:
"Hope fades with your touch"...yes...so it does, and so it has, in my life. This is, at the end, the very reason I believe that some people give their lives up. Still, your words are beautiful. *Evangel*
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A former member wrote:
very sweet, would be great to take a walk like that right now...very good, nice job
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