Away from hervery touching
real love.
He stood by her through everything. everythingg.
isn't it true, however far we have wandered into our provinces of persecution
where our regrets accuse
we keep returning to the common faith from which we've all descended
back to the hands, the feet, the faces
children are always there, and take the hands
even when they are most terrified
those in love, cannot make up their minds, whether to go or stay
artist and doctor return most often
only the mad will never, ever come back
for doctors keep on worrying while away
in case their skill is suffering and deserted
Lovers have lived so long, with giants and elves, they want belief again
in their own size
and the artist prays ever so gently` let me find pure, in all that can happen
Only uniqueness is success
for instances, let me perceive the images of history
all that i push away with doubt and travel
The desires of the heart, are as crooked as corkscrews, not to be borne, as the best for man
The second best is a formal order, the dance's pattern. Dance while u can
Dance dance, for the figure is easy
The tune is catchy, and will not stop
Dance till the stars come down from the rafters
Dance dance dance, till ure drunk
"What'd u say if we got married for fun?"
"I'd gladly take u on"
She has a spark of lifee.
"You could have just driven away. Driven away, without a care in the world, and forsook me. Forooken me.
Forsaken."
-Not a chance-
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9:59 PM
