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I Want

With things I want yet cannot have my life is shot through. It is the wanting and not having which instils much of their value. Dreams, ideals and wishes tumble like crystal feathers; falling, smashing, fragmenting and dissolving; yet what they leave in their wake is the asphalt dust of life evolving into something licked by tongues of fire, alive and kicking, black and blue, these things I want yet cannot have mean less than nothing if I cannot have you.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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