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There’s a white bedsheet
draped over your shoulder
and you laugh quietly to yourself
with a sadness in your eyes.
Is it the memory that haunts you yet
or the strained future, tainting
your vision of the present?
No, don’t allow this to happen –
lift your glass high, and sing with me.
The night is still so young, and there is
so much fun to be had. Place a bet,
play a game, pour me another drink.
Liberate yourself from those anxieties
if only for these few short hours
and tell me how you feel in the morning.
Now how did this get here?
There’s a white bedsheet draped over one shoulder
with laurels in your hair. Oh my, how I laugh.
Promise me you’ll never leave;
and I’ll lift my glass up high.
©2008-2009 ~Finchley
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Not sure what to say, but I liked it.

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My webcomic is bad and I feel bad, so no need to bother pointing that out.
I guess that's a good thing? :D

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frodo lives.
Oh, wow! I feel like this one is very genuine, sweet, and quite touching, while still carrying a mood of sad love and a contemplative tone. It's just so... genuine that the feeling is palpable, and brought a smile to my face. :+fav:. I raise my glass to you. =)

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Spread the love.
:beer: cheers, mate!
This one came easy. I had lots of inspiration, shall we say. :D Thanks so much for your support. Seriously.

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frodo lives.
Indeed, how sweet it is.

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My webcomic is bad and I feel bad, so no need to bother pointing that out.

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