"you will hear thunder
and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms.
The rim
Of the sky will be
the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart,
as it was then,
will be on fire."






There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion." --Edgar Allen Poe

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Poetry	2010-07-08	Anniversary
Poetry	2010-07-17	prick me
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Poetry	2010-08-04	switch
Poetry	2010-08-12	rectify
Poetry	2010-08-24	Isolation
Poetry	2010-08-30	Coincidence - The Difference
Poetry	2010-09-01	to exist
Poetry	2010-09-14	using (static cling memory)
Poetry	2010-09-28	In Memory
Poetry	2011-09-07	demo
Poetry	2012-04-18	authentic
Poetry	2012-08-17	I did not want you
Poetry	2012-09-21	Color Complexities
Poetry	2012-11-08	Solitary

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