Malcolm James Furst

Words, words, words

Sarah Newcomb

November 10, 2008 at 10:36 pm · Filed under 13 Most Popular, love, Poetry, sex and tagged: , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

You are youth and beauty, raw perfection. Have you stumbled into it? You are not anything but that perfect pitch, and I envy you. Do you work at it?

Do I want to be with you in the hope that your talent will sink into me? To rob you of your gift? No, of that I am sure. I want to be with you. We could make beautiful music together, literally and figuratively. Let’s tangle our bodies and souls and voices in beautiful melody.

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  the.light.bearer wrote @ November 11, 2008 at 2:00 am

i like this one. 😀

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  malcolmjames wrote @ November 11, 2008 at 2:49 am

Thank you.

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  purgethewords wrote @ November 12, 2008 at 3:39 pm

Does she realize how lucky she is?

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  malcolmjames wrote @ November 12, 2008 at 8:27 pm

She has no idea. Sad, isn’t it.

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  purgethewords wrote @ November 12, 2008 at 9:56 pm

*****big exhale****

More than “sad”

Tragic

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  malcolmjames wrote @ November 13, 2008 at 12:07 am

Tragedy is the price we pay for joy.

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  Relationship Dating wrote @ November 14, 2008 at 9:40 am

Tragedy is the price we pay for joy.

– Exactly.

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