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Copyright © VainApocalypse, 2009 Where comes this reckoning of bated grip,
this fierce fraud against my trusting ties?
It comes at a verdant acreage tip,
where azure skies beckon my prize, "rise, rise."
Tail past my hold, an adieu from my eyes,
That cherished, shrinking, cherry speck quit me
for a bed, brighter and blue, where she now lies.
Not tree nor plea could block her rising free, you see.
Goodbye, sweet cherry speck! Goodbye to thee!
Be not bound; be so weightless as your word.
Quit troth and tie, and quit me for that sky.
Goodbye to thee. Rise to what you've preferred.
Quit the bittered; ascend this afternoon.
Be that weightless; be that balloon.
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24th of February 2009, at 8:01 pm
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As weightless as your word.
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Have you ever tried writing music?
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