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Through closed eyes I study your face.
Tracing your every valley's shadowy place.
A hundred dozen times or so this ritual's count.
Mind of my heart..
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I tried to send my voice to you,
But the wind was stronger.
As it floated past you, you accused me of loving you no longer.
I tried to voice my l..
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A shaky breath, white on the cold night air;
From parted lips, crimson red andtrembling, panting so fair.
Her chest rising and falling from this gre..
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Locks of crimson, and black as coal.
Fair and bright, all behold.
Senses all, from dusk till dawn.
Softly floating, with a haunting song.
She'll d..
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Feel me love,let touch be your sight.
For in velvet darkness,
A dim candle our only light.
Breath mingling, may it twine.
The shared whispering o..
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In the depths of my deep heart,
Where layers weave a mysterious work of art.
Theres more here than meets the eye,
As unshed tears weep tales in a w..
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Feelings of joy and hope, they come by the ton.
But none so grand a feeling as when we fade to one.
Many an a award, lustrous and noble I've won.
B..
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How you hop about my sweet little blue jay.
When your sweetheart you've flown from is so very far away.
As you twitter about do you think of her?
W..
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Discard this shell, this pale veil.
Toss voices of innocence, follow this viperous trail.
This crimson voice, long hidden and suppressed,
Righteous..
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Alas, where is my heaven?
A place so beautiful, my dour spirits it could leaven.
Oh that I could rest my weary feet upon its soft grounds.
Feet t..
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