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Blister

Something about his
distracting embraces, I'm
drawn to his
warmth, leaving no conscious traces
of strength for my freedom when
love equals slavery, sunk
into gazes, but blind
to their bravery.  Late
nights and black lights, absorbed
penetration of mind, soul and body,
of blind dedication.  The tears and
the pleading for you just to look
at me, bleak and forgotten, this
desert of misery; flames lick the wounded,
pursue a reality, then drown
in the truth, can't
escape its futility.  When masses
of hopeless machines
cry in loneliness, demand
love's embraces, seen fit for
their holiness...

Author notes

Another for him...Love is a cruel and brilliant mistress. ^.^
Written October 19th, 2006

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  • October 27, 2006
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    beautifully smooth!