My IntendedMy IntendedMy Intended
The sad light has taken refuge in her forehead Her burning eyes veiled in black soot and briar thorn Burn like the dead, my intended.
Cloaked are her sunken cheeks, ravines in lost caves, Veiled are her thin dry lips that swallowed the sun, She could not bear the truth, my intended.
Her forehead gleams for all its knowledge of lies Refuge from our world, the horror, the horror of life. Another lie, my intended.
No ivory will cross your lips parched for truth, Your body will witness only mournful dresses When the new day is born, my
Wolf sitting
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Darker than a moonless night
Hotter and more bitter than hell itself
That is coffee.
What about yourself? Last I heard you were in running start, and that was two-three years ago.
So where were you and how long were you gone? We might have to do something sometime if you're not too far away
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Darker than a moonless night
Hotter and more bitter than hell itself
That is coffee.
I've been around. I'm attending the UW, and will be moving up there in September. I live in Tacoma until then, but I would definitely be up for doing something. Email me, and I'll be a much more ready correspondent. Syrras@gmail.com. We'll set something up if it's possible.
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All your base are belong to her. Her name is Alabastermantingson
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Pain is temporary pride is forever.
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