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I woke up in the dead of night,
stood up and went outside
and stared into the rain and the unblinking city lights.
It was so cold my hands went numb,
my fingertips turned white;
but for an instant all I thought was

Eliot was right.
Everyone's alone.


I guess all we really do is fight
for one hand to hold yours just right

to hold you together.
©2008-2009 ~Iej
:iconiej:

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:icongarnet-43:
I like the feeling of it. Kinda moody, kinda resigned.

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"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." - Anais Nin
:iconfling-thing:
I like it too, nice sway :)
though... I'm still confused about this Eliot-figure that keeps popping up.

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Maybe today
you can put the past away




{We creatures of the night can't afford to love}
:iconirvon:
You captured that moment nicely. :)

Shouldn't "instance" be "instant" though?

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I(now) = I(now - Δt) + Δt ∙ I(now - Δt) for Δt → 0
:iconiej:
You are absolutely right! Typo ;) Thanks for pointing it out.
:iconirvon:
you're welcome :) it's difficult to spot one's own typo's

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I(now) = I(now - Δt) + Δt ∙ I(now - Δt) for Δt → 0
:iconfling-thing:
aaaaah ok :)

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Maybe today
you can put the past away




{We creatures of the night can't afford to love}

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