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� In these rainy days of May
I think of you.
Your pixie ears,
your dreamy eyes,
your feet touching mine.
Sleepy days in ..
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In his silence he screamed,
with fury and sorrow his heart spoke.
With memories of joy turned to hate,
crimson walls left black.
His..
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He opened his heart to me and I soiled it
with the touch of my hand.
Smeared the black walls colours of crimson.
He opened his hear..
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When the shadows begin to close their eyes,
And the sun kisses the face of the earth good night.
There will I want to be found,
Wrapped safely in h..
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The sights, the sounds
I turn around
but there's no one standing here.
Your touch, your smell
I feel as if though you are near.
Can't breathe, ca..
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He sees the glint in her eyes not the wisdom of her mind,
The movement of her lips not the strength of her words.
He sees the slender of her neck no..
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Her words floated from between her lips like wisps of smoke.
So easily, did she say what she meant.
And as easily as they flowed, so easily did they..
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My heart flutters like the wings of a butterfly,
As a flurry of emotions fill my inside.
My stomach turns into a knot,
And my knees begin to buckle..
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There she stands, a little child.
In a corner, unseen by passersby.
Gloomy eyes, without a smile.
A wish long prayed for.
A family, to love her.
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Someone who looks upon my body as a work of fine art.
Someone who notices the creases in my palms.
Someone who knows the smell of my shampoo.
Someo..
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