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winter waitedWinter was waiting for us to meet
As he did, he laughed at the snow on my feet
We talked for days on the white lace ground, he told me
from his beauty it was sadness he had found
He said 'it's always quiet and always cold
this is no way to live or so I've been told
and when you live forever, when do you get old.'
I told him 'but the rain in spring it is black and thick
Like the tar in my lungs, and mascara tears'
He said 'I'd rather rain mascara tears
than be alone for another 'thousand years.
'I pine for a forest where the trees are green
'and the birds they sing'
I said 'I like it here in the quiet and peace'
The rain in spring it is black and thick
Like the tar in my lungs, and mascara tears
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More