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Who KnewThe curtain's close, and the colors fade.
Made holes around my faith. It's the day.
My dying day. You and I no longer speak
Of dreams we've come to make.
who knew it came to this
The fires breath only seem warmer the night before.
When the shady trees came together to watch the ties
Form around our souls. For both of us to hold.
The dew drips on our moon drop pallet's.
It tickles our toes and our tenderness begins
To show. Such a fickle moment. Such a dire
Time spending on a thread about to break.
who knew it would.
We embrace and part ways, only to rise
With the sun and yet again become one.
who knew we wouldn't.
The basking rays awaken my eyes,
To prance outside to see, in our very
spot that you weren't there. Somethings
Heavy about the air. Must be because
You swore you'd be here.
who knew you wouldn't
No one knew as much as I did.
Waited until noon, and further on
so the moon came to greet me. And
You and I still didn't speak.
The curtain's close. The colors fade.
All is dark and g
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More