January 2010
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This is my winter song to you. The storm is coming soon, It rolls in from the sea
My voice; a beacon in the night. My words will be your light, To carry you to me.
Is love alive? Is love alive? Is love
They say that things just cannot grow Beneath the winter snow, Or so i have been told.
They say were buried far, Just like a distant star I simply cannot hold.
Is love alive?
Winter Song -...
“But who knows what she has spoken to the darkness, alone, in the bitter watches...”
– Gandalf, Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King book not movie.
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She gripped the small tube, her fingertips turning white as they pressed against the plastic. She stared into space, trying to keep her mind from the memory of that night but failed. She remembered the feel of his fingers clenching her jaw painfully. She remembered the smell, a perfume of putrid chicken and shots of liquor. She remembered the sound of her blouse tearing; buttons clinked and spun...
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"The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" T.S. Elliot
Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question… ...
