(disclaimer :: if you don't like mate drama, DON'T READ ANYTHING I WRITE, EVER. because love and sadness are the essence of almost all of my best poetry)

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The simple flo'r of ether grave
The crystal pool of which I bathe
They seem forgotten, they seem belost
And now my aura, in wine, it's lathe

I chase the starlings in strident time
Eternal envy of eventime
Kiss the twilight, twist the life
Everglow mornings to amber strife

Day now to falling in symphony
I miss the child's tranquility
I wait and wander, I wish, and sigh
I miss my lovely; I dare defy

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It has been many a solid night of blue since I have treaden the forest. The trees, they may never whisper to me, but still; the breeze gently tossles my heart strings.

I crave for the creature who makes myself complete...

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Man, I LOVE role-playing like that x3 Wheee...

João is leaving at about 4...>_<;...I'm really gonna miss him...