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only this far...

a girl who thinks really deep thoughts...

I'm only this far...
this is my poetry and free writing journal.
i write in spurts.
i don't check my friends page often.
i also moderate paper_journal.

The keen stars were twinkling,
And the fair moon was rising among them,
Dear Jane.
The guitar was tinkling,
But the notes were not sweet
till you sung them
As the moon's soft splendour
O'er the faint cold starlight of Heaven
Is thrown,
So your voice most tender
To the strings without soul
Its own.
Percy Bysshe Shelley