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Ruffled, cotton white, skirts dance, and I whisper soft, Dandelion like spells. Yet, still I recollect the melancholy of the violin, and the crashing ..
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This is a sequel to the Maria, I love you. Sorry, for not writing a proper synopsis, I just have writer's block. However, if you end up hating it or l..
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Dearest let us part when the sun's luminescence returns, for deep within my newfound watery embrace, I'll never cease to kiss away, with rose petal-l..
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a poem about and obsessive, that takes it's toll on the souls of a marionette and its Creator.
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those divine curves, as well as those fine ebony locks, entrap and enrapture. My fine Mona Lisa tell me why I've died a millon times over within a sea..
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Each and every single day, while the child plays, dusk and dawn became ever so nearer in their dance to rest. Yet, idle be the child's mind, his heart..
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foolishly like a child, your hand reaches out seeking comfort within another...yet,
there exists none.
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Tell me not with parted lips,that you love so dearly these delicate roses. Force not upon bare flesh, a cold so deep it crystalizes, and shatters deli..
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Alice the delight and wonder of wonder land, with sapphire eyes, and rose lips, danced so gallantly drunk within the looking glass. Feeding, so high a..
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In the language of fleurs, you are my withered white rose. Transient and out of reach. Yet, if I had things my way I’d show you hues of red pass..
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