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Post by Jordan on Mar 20, 2010 10:35:04 GMT -5
She sat in front of the class flipping through the poetry class flipping through the book. She wrote down her favorite poems. Forever will be never For the scarlet light touches your skin When i breath the Entire past fads back into reality Feeling your fingertips against my skin with the gently touch of the wind. Feeling the warm caress of your lips never ceases to amaze me Love will never end For forever will be never She come back Through blood by blood She returns Cut deep now Like me Humanity saves her Will she save me? First accepted, loved Then betrayed-spit in the face Vengeance sweet like dots FROM fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory; But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. Thout that are now the world's fresh ornament And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding. Pity the world, or else this glutton be, To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.
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