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<blockquote data-quote="ayase" data-source="post: 419991" data-attributes="member: 183">Okay vash, drunk enough to take whatever accusations of angst or pretension anyone might level at it now I think.-----Auld AquaintanceThe trees are skeletal nowTheir ghostly winter formsAppearing deadI walked through the silent woodFollowing the moss-covered wallCrumbling with neglectTo find the placeTo find the nameWhy returnTo pick at old wounds?To scratch them out?Damnatio memoriae?Pretend as though it never was?I did not knowAlthough I searchedAnd thought I knew the the placeThere was no signNo trace of what had beenHad I not madeEnough of an impression?The tree did not deserveThe wounds which I inflictedDid I deserve my own?Perhaps.Time and age distortsThe memory and the woodWe grow and heal together, nowBut still somewhere insideThe nameThe woundThe memoryRemains.When I am goneWhen she is goneIt will remain untilOne last, brief flameExtinguishes the final earthly memoryThen nothing.Life, it carries onAnd loveAnd hopeAnd fearAnd painAnd miseryBelong to folk anewAnd she and IAnd the treeAre nothingAs we ever were.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="ayase, post: 419991, member: 183"] Okay vash, drunk enough to take whatever accusations of angst or pretension anyone might level at it now I think. ----- [b]Auld Aquaintance[/b] The trees are skeletal now Their ghostly winter forms Appearing dead I walked through the silent wood Following the moss-covered wall Crumbling with neglect To find the place To find the name Why return To pick at old wounds? To scratch them out? [i]Damnatio memoriae?[/i] Pretend as though it never was? I did not know Although I searched And thought I knew the the place There was no sign No trace of what had been Had I not made Enough of an impression? The tree did not deserve The wounds which I inflicted Did I deserve my own? Perhaps. Time and age distorts The memory and the wood We grow and heal together, now But still somewhere inside The name The wound The memory Remains. When I am gone When she is gone It will remain until One last, brief flame Extinguishes the final earthly memory Then nothing. Life, it carries on And love And hope And fear And pain And misery Belong to folk anew And she and I And the tree Are nothing As we ever were. [/QUOTE]

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