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Hey, girl.
Put your hand in mine.
I'll show you this place that I know.
It contains the stuff of your dreams and mine,
those things we spoke of on..
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The moon's skin peeled back.
The sun's relentless fury
burned her soul.
A faltered, then fallen orbit.
No gift, no kiss goodbye.
Left in vastness..
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Lips like flames
Kissed mine.
Kissed my mind.
Kissed my soul.
Kissed my heart.
The amazing heat
burned from my skull
to toes.
Yes. It burned.
..
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Lonely is the night.
Its ageless, nameless darkness envelopes.
Chasms of endless nocturne.
Darkness, like satin washes over a weary heart.
Into an..
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The ashes of a silken gown
in a dream, so vivid
left burning
lie on this ancient floor.
Her silken gown had puddled at her feet.
It's feel as it ..
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I entered her secret garden to touch, taste, and smell.
To revel in color's wonders, wares, and wiles.
Her secret garden called my name in whispered..
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Contains Mature Language
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On that journey
had she felled me.
I let my shield slightly drop in error,
and paid the price.
She seized the opening
and struck with unarming pr..
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When a cold heart lies
there, on moonlit chain link fence,
shattered lives are rendered.
When a cold heart shames,
it's warmth, lies puddled in de..
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The tilted moon
fronts ragged stars
The light takes its time.
Time to reach us,
its time to wash upon.
On our gills
On our light breathing lungs..
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