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Amalia (no login)
Posted Aug 25, 2008 9:01 PM
Could it be that I have forgotten>
Forgotten to open my heart?
But when I hear the music,
the thoughts still rapture me
my head, my heart, my soul
acking, but why?
the horrid feeling..
sweet anticapation?
Somehow buried, somewhere deep..
I still want to know it all
I still remember the paino in the pantry..
the drops of dew on the petals of the rose..
the colds nights of wisconsin..
the poetry, the writers block, the angels..
the sweet angel, Micheal shall call him here..
It is not that I have forgotten,
It is not that the thoughts stopped,
The sublte difference is, the most important difference of all..
The thoughts have stopped consuming me..
~Amalia~
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