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Stillness is not a frame my mind knows
It wanders from thing to thought in flashes
Never settling but for a millisecond at a time
Until it finds it..
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Solace comes from knowing you breathe
your voice on the line brings me comfort and rest
memories of that rhythm that is our passion
keep me..
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You haven't read my mind, though it seems so all the time
The truth is, perhaps, that you are my mind
A part removed for so long, to be found again
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Exquisite intoxication
sinful decadence that taunts and persuades
flashing with the gleam of the gold
found in the deepest part of his soul
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I understand, you know, really I do
You didn't know what you were
Or just how far this all could go
When you decided to touch her
You had no ide..
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Quite possibly the corniest thing I have ever written.
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Silence:
Alone, I hate the word, ferociously.
In silence one is captive to one's own thoughts-
Those we fear to dwell on in a crowd.
The s..
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On my tongue remains the taste of
Those last fervid kisses before you
Drove away the last time
My skin still sings with the
Electric cur..
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She sits on the shelf, for awhile,
Gathers dust though she's so pretty
For all should fear her feminine wile-
She must be cruel and raw and gritty
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An island there was, full of laughter, love-
I, the star pupil in this teeming school of life,
Living like life should be lived, as his wife-
And t..
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