Bind DateA Poem by Andromedaidk where this came from...No connection Was the misconception That struggled with perfection In the aftermath Of midnight’s masquerade, When certain plays Have all been played, And the serenade Is on parade, And hands are used only Only to keep away the shade, And mouths whisper only To click away the keys Of the piano That never sleeps And weeps In this routine That— What could it mean? What could it mean? Have you ever seen The way the moon Shines like a watching eye? Please, May I leave soon? Leave this midnight’s masquerade. There is no perfection here— Only misconception And dread That soon I’ll be dead, And this parading serenade Will bury me.
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Added on October 1, 2008 AuthorAndromedaAboutI never know what to put in these sections. so... Me= KIM Poetic Epiphany Jesus Freak Type 1 diabetic Aspiring writer Artist Soccer player and referee Music lover Movie fanatic Good friend.. more..Writing
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