Cyril Darkcloud Posted March 31, 2003 Report Posted March 31, 2003 Looks like this one did not transfer over with the changing of the boards. I'm posting it here for the sake of keeping my work together on one website. Old Flames I burned a photograph of you the other night. Struck the match and touched it to the corner and let your smile blaze until my fingertips were burned. Scratching smoke inside my nose and on my tongue drove the flowers of perfume out of the air around my head. And the crumbled ashes, grey and flaking on the ground, muffled the sounds already distant footsteps were making in my ears. I burned a photograph of you the other night. She walked away from me and I turned away from her and opened up my wallet and took out a photograph of you.
Rune Posted March 31, 2003 Report Posted March 31, 2003 The scripts were ran on the day this one was posted it looks like, hence why it did not get moved in the process. I did verify that the post right before this one is present on this board. Sorry for the troubles.
Tasslehoff Posted March 31, 2003 Report Posted March 31, 2003 I can relate to that poem very much, for I have had to do that before to move on, its a sad thing. Cause now we are god friends and I trully regret it, but I cant change the past.. But as long as she doesnt know! :S
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