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If your heart were a harp and I could playonly the softest melodies would you hear todayaccompanied by my soul's choir like voicetogether we do make a..
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Such a cheek could be a symphonyfilled with strings of radiant colourand bass of boundless beautywhose reddish hue, of rose and flowerstretches border..
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"Bitter it was" she said to mebitter as these waves belapping on those rocks belowto and fro, to and fro.Sudden was the calming breezethat carried her..
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To see with her eyes of tenderis to smile with lips of graceas one hair's curl upon ear's behinddoes put fair wisdom to shade.A velvet soaked canvas i..
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I found a girl weeping on my floora dress of frayed edges, burnt to ashbarely covering her taut skin, so rawshe saw me as I entered, footsteps on my f..
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A canopy of trees, a carpet of leavesthis stony road outside my houseno cars or men have ever seenbut still this road is never cleanfull of shadows, h..
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Don't tell me lies, I can feel you lyinglook in my eyes, just as I'm dyingtaste my tears, when it is you who is cryinggrasp my hand, I'll take you fly..
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A self-inflicted orgasm of guilterupts through the valley of her facemy eyes wash the heavenly stitched silkjust obscured by time's steel cage.This me..
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Love is agony and depressiona road most misleading in it's endawaiting soul's final concessionfrom a broken heart that won't mend.Love is Insomnia and..
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She is the Earth I walk to find herthe tear that floods my soulloving her was hard, missing is torture.My pillow has lost my Insomnia's curenights hav..
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