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Some sad sultan’s songPlayed across his harp today.As he gazed upon the crystal image,Under some beautiful overpass…The smile on his Brot..
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Entangled at the base of us,Like ivy to a tree.War drums planted at the heart,Call to us a war less harsh.One of the roses, and the blossom,Every beat..
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Vultures circle incessantly Around the mort flesh of innocence,Decaying in your’ brothel bed.Ms. Bitter Sweet MolassesPyrite in the gold at hand..
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Twisted tongues do scream in serenaded silence,
The most delicate of words.
Whose tender bones do mend so strong.
This symphony of seraphs stin..
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So said the letters,As eyes caressed blank pages,Inside their glass bottles…For the message is strong,But the momentum is dormant,As composed b..
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As blanket falls upon my face,
My lungs forget the air,
There is only I around me,
Who knows if you are there.
In darkness waits an echo,
And i..
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I’m lost—
Confused at your extended hand,
Penetrating currentthoughts,
And I’m impressed—
With where you stand,
Borderl..
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Time trickles by,
Like water in a creek…
And we pretend to stop it,
As we place stone in the waters path.
And as we gaze into the abyss..
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The white lipped maiden
Devoured the moon
Before our very eyes,
And I stopped…
Confused and scared,
Lost in the moment.
Desire slowly..
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In ages past, we warring men,
Took refuge behind the truly grand,
Those who through self-sacrifice rarely gain,
Whose deeds decay with aging tong..
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