love
love death its all the sameyou find a girl she plays her game,
a stone wall you stand your ground,
loosing footing your going down,
she weasels in and takes your soul,
leaves you heartless, dead and cold
love
love death its all the same08-16-2009
cliftondurant commented on love
08-16-2009
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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