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Saturday, April 19, 2008
12:37 PM
Where I
Where I stand I behold,
This image to see cold.
The knife of despair,
Advancing like the night.
Where I look I tremble,
That form that took hold.
Drawing from darkness bold,
Ready and poised to strike.
Where I shake I fear,
Transformation all around.
What you took away,
Might never have existed.
Where I crumble I cry,
Not knowing what to do.
Could it be just me,
Or is it really you?
Doesn't look like a love poem? Well it is.
