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129 / 0 / 5 лет / 5 летTHAT crazed girl
Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling She knew not where,
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.
No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate
she made in her triumph
No common intelligible sound
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Lay that on your heart,
My young angry dear;
Let it hide your tear.
When you are alone
And all this is folly to the world.
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.
Tired with kisses
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
heaven's deep,
But his loving look,
Like the holy book
All her tender limbs with shook.
I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.
there is no escaping her being
there is no desire to. . .
my radio is playing rock music
that she cannot hear
but her movements coincide exactly
to the rythms of the
for the second coming,
when she can break through
You will come one day in a waver of love,
impetuous as rain,
The tan of the sun will be on your skin,
Of cloud and blue and flimmering sun.
Yet,
You may not come, O girl of a dream,
We may but pass as the world goes by
And take from a look of eyes into eyes,
Feels my heart; so lightly
Would it let go of him, whom
For all I know I have started
To love, it may be to hold.
Strange, as if never charted,
Stares my fortune untold.
Why is it I am bedded
Beneath this infinitude,
Someone might hear the cry,
Within another I.
They look upon his eyes
Fill'd with deep surprise:
And wondering behold
Never fades away;
While I close my eyes.
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Doesn’t know how much longer she can keep trying
Everyday she’s dying
This Girl in the Dark
Sits all alone
Wants a place to truly call home
This Girl in the dark
Wants nothing more then to be free
Back of my back, they talk of me,
Back of my back, they talk of me,
Me, I can sing them this:
"Better to shiver beneath the stars,
"Better to see the dawn come up,
Along of a trifling one,
"Better be left by twenty dears
Than lie in a loveless bed;
but what manners! To chew into each! She was ungainly, ill mannered
She'd knew how to love.
She might not distinquish
splendor from filth
but she'd tasted the nectar of passion.
Abandoned to sadistic streets,
A school room of sullen tears,
A little girl lost beneath
A blanket of rejection and fears
Moves slowly through
The lonely night;
The effects of drugs
Are wearing off…
And dawn has no promise
Of sunlight and pleasant songs.
