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Through the Night
Night washes off and the shadows crawl over the chipped drywall,
whispering your name in crackled voices
Soon, fingers of the dawn will chase them away,
but their insane voices will linger and stay
Sickly sweet, I can still taste the dreams
in the back of my mouth,
like a rotting corpse of all the kisses we shared.
I'm desperate to pull it out and try hard,
mixing it with the bitter taste of fresh tears
but it doesn't disappear.
Sheets are maddeningly, sticky hot under me,
drenched in sweat, as I've kept turning around all night,
constantly waking up from the aching illusions,
reaching with my hand in the b
Sitting in the DarkIt leaves her empty,
silent streak of tears
that messed up the ink in blotches...
and every curve, every spot,
is now an emotion of its own, but far..
She wrote, then cried,
all she had to say for the day,
and now she's hollow
dead until tomorrow,
just sitting in the dark.
Silence builds the walls around...
she cried, but that also died
some time ago
and all the rattles,
and all the missed notes of her soul,
are now gone quiet,
exhausted in the shadows.
Light may be, somewhere far,
but it doesn't reaches her tonight,
nor the soft tingle of happiness,
as she's wrapped in stone...
Sitting in the dark, she's alone,
away, far away
from the dan
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More