

Red Light DistrictRed lights are low, Moon is high, Air is burning, Stars as usual, in the sky.Red Light District
Houses away, I long to hear your voice, Your laugh, your whispers, But that’s not my choice.
Affection is building, Heart is expanding, Craving is heightening, Sitting, even though inside I’m standing.
Skin is shivering,
But I still seem to burn, I try to switch my head off, I cannot cease to yearn.
Hands still trembling, You’ve been away far too long, I ache to touch your beauty, Love pulsing through me in song.
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Om du är ung och inte vet vad du ska göra med din rastlöshet, punk kanske är någonting för dig
Spread the DA love around! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)
(you don´t have to follow any rule, but here they are anyway...)
*dingding* RULES:
1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You can't hug the person more than 3 times
3- You -MUST- hug 6 other people
4- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their user page! c'mon..don't be scared of public displays of affection
5- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
6- You should most definitly get started hugging right now.
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~we HUMANS
are like A|N|G|E|L|S
with ONE
W|I|N|G
only when
E|M|B|R|A|C|E|D|
can we
F|L|Y|
T O G E T H E R~
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To write the poem of the human conscience, if only of one man, even the most insignificant of man, would be to swallow up all epics in a superior and definitive epic.
Victor Hugo
i'm VERY new to this whole thing lol.
so how are you?
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To write the poem of the human conscience, if only of one man, even the most insignificant of man, would be to swallow up all epics in a superior and definitive epic.
Victor Hugo
Well I will take the liberty of being the first person to officially welcome you to dA. Good luck critiqueing and I hope you find your style in rambling this beautiful site and start writing again
Yours in Sainity!
Lord Kes`la
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I thought that some of the metaphysical imagery was really particularly effective. Interesting rhythmic devices too, which seemed to counterpoint the surrealism of the underlying metaphor of the humanity of the poet's compassionate soul...
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