All but Forgotten

There are nights when I stumble to my knees under the stars and beg them to take me home...


They watch my pain-laced tears fall endless...and refuse.

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[Delmar Cooper]

Perhaps if you asked again, and again, each time in a different way, a different voice and in a longer effort. Who knows?

[Desiderium]

Only the night itself knows how many times I've wrapped myself in its dark embrace, suffocated by my own cries. Foreign tongues and tones unfamiliar to my own ears plead my hearts desire. However I beg, beseech or yearn, the answer remains. They will not take me home. Not yet.

[Delmar Cooper]

Don't rush it.