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Quivering,
at the thought
of hearing your voice,
but shivering, towards
your consuming
and desirable
warmth.
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Love is a lie and a trap.
I keep coming back
to your suffocating embrace,
though shamed to see your face;
collecting your dirt in my heart as ..
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My blood boils
until
my
rage
is just
a
purse
of my lips.
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The moon passes over the sky
like temptation in the night,
and even I cannot resist a glance.
My silent lantern man,
the sky is forever your..
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Drawn out sighs over
e x t e n d e d
telephone calls.
Distant hearts remain strangled
within cordless thoughts,
while the silent scream of h..
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Wilted heart,
pumping up as I take another breath.
Fully extended, the most I can bare;
no room for emotion.
All I need is that final plunge,..
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December 16, 2011.
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The snow falls effortlessly,
and I watch breathlessly.
The twinkle in my eye is an internal smile;
perhaps I'll just stay here for a while.
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The expression plastered on his face was sentimental and weary.
You could tell that he had been through thick and thin.
He enjoyed his hot dog as m..
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I walked lazily along the lonely Paris streets.
Though the night mistress covered the sky, the streets were well lit; and some were busier than other..
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