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Reel me in,spike through my lip,I am pushed into dependence,drowning in your air.I followed the gentle murmurs of praiselike a swimmer to the surface...
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The eager owl spoke of you often,of your great beauty and ruthlessnesslike a hawk.Her infatuation clouded my truthuntil we met and I discovered just a..
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We were talking about love, you and I.You asked how, but I couldn't explain.Language failed its reason for existence, again.I think of this infliction..
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Your skin, your skin, I treasure it now.Flesh, you wonderful thing, in your short decades of thriving.I stroke your black hair from your face,black la..
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