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 Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 4:49 pm
They never do last. You had to know they wouldn't.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 4:53 pm
I know... but it doesn't make it any less painful. Instead it seems that every day it grows more and more unbearable.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 5:02 pm
*Mell looks at him a long moment* That's the downside to feeling deeply, isn't it? *sips again*
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 5:06 pm
*Tavin says nothing, only picks up his book and starts reading again*
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 5:12 pm
*Mell lets him go back to it without further comment. She turns back to her own book as well to read quietly for a while*
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 5:18 pm
*Tavin quietly read out loud*
I am the autumnal sun,
With autumn gales my race is run;
When will the hazel put forth its flowers,
Or the grape ripen under my bowers?
When will the harvest or the hunter's moon
Turn my midnight into mid-noon?
I am all sere and yellow,
And to my core mellow.
The mast is dropping within my woods,
The winter is lurking within my moods,
And the rustling of the withered leaf
Is the constant music of my grief....
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 5:24 pm
*Mell pauses in her own reading to listen* Lovely. *she murmers* Sad, but lovely.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 5:30 pm
Many of his poems are. Nature is both wonerdous and cruel. Forgiving and merciless.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 5:32 pm
*dryly* She's not the only one.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 5:39 pm
*Tavin slowly got up and walked towards the library*
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 5:46 pm
Leaving so soon, darling?
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 5:50 pm
*Tavin turned around*
Just headed to the library, that's all. I think I'm done with this book, for now.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 5:58 pm
Had your fill of poetry, have you? *she flips over another page in her own tome* Well I'm sure you'll be able to find plenty else to suit you in that collection.
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 6:00 pm
*Tavin walks out of the bar without another word*
((Exit Tavin))
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2005 6:09 pm
*Mell watches him go with a thoughtful frown. Catching herself, she shakes it off and returns her attention to her book*
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