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fleeting thoughts of regret
flood my mind, 
drowning any sense of logic or pride
lost in the translation of your pain
embarked on the mission to your heart,
with the knife i took from my back
sickened by the thought of your touch
but seeking the thought of you
neverending torture
i long for you, 
but You are nothing more than
Posted: 2006-02-01 01:59:28 UTC

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2006-02-05 19:36:50Crimson.Wings
i tihink this is a really good poem. i couldn't stop reading it.

2006-02-07 19:03:09Faith
I like the style... i wrote a poem like this, it's like a neverending cycle.