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Someone speaks softly through the horror and pain:
'Love has gone, but it could come again.'
Spring arrives quietly, warming her skin
Her heart, now red, is beating again
- Hannah Fury, 'Someone Speaks Softly'

Not a writer but a professional student. Instead I can be the jaded passer-by that caught a glimpse of a fling or a fatal mistake, a murder in the back alley, and I keep it all to myself so I don't lose any of it during the spilling from heart to paper on an unimaginary dark night. I write opinions, facts, emotions and other satisfied sentences that are the offspring of my imagination and external influences. And I do not need your validation to live, for the record.

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Inspiration: DayBefore!Misery

A poem for friendship.
Written on: Friday, January 8, 2010
Time: 11:06 PM

I used to have a dream
Of us walking down a rocky road
And though how tough it may seem
That dream connects us both
And then with fondness I remember
How you held my hand
How dreary it was no matter
Warm hearts singing through the span
The fields might be wilting
Brambles thick and unforgiving
Though my countenance was worth and sinking
‘One more step,’ you said, still smiling
When I in wistfulness looked back
For foolishness we missed the chance
But still thankful, still glad
I still took the time to dance
With you I established my dreams
And with you I’ll sincerely hope
That in the next light, another sunbeam
Walking alone now, we might cope

Still, let’s be friends.

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