With the First Kiss.

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With the First Kiss.

Looking in my corner all I can see is time. Unlike any another thing it is my enemy as well as my ally. My life has been filled with more pains than happiness. Sadness is something I feel the least for my happiness will not fade. The strings of our destiny's have become entwine, but it could not last. Unable to hold hatred and madness in my heart. I smile for the today we meet again, and reach out for one last kiss.

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LadyIntellect commented on With the First Kiss.

04-02-2009

Love it keep up the good work

In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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