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All right, don't touch me. I'm neurotic and sick, when you want to have your way with my soul.
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Behold!
Mist of violet veils
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Listen closely as Zephyr plays the harp,
solar strings from the daily knit web
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Mortal wound from galactic spear
adorns Earth’s breast plate.
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Behold the majesty of Mother's sprite
resurrection's pulse beneath sacred wreath.
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Weave, weave, weave...
from the moment sun burns night
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Primrose breath soaks the air,
veiled caress on worn skin.
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I beseach you; can you see me,
the forgotten blank spot of porcelain,
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Rustling clouds of verdant mists
slide and twirl upon argent boles
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Above the world, embraced in heights,
sheltered on an isle of spells,
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Do you really want to close that door
and let it be, what was before?
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I sit on the corroded windowsill,
flakes of glass carresed the earth
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Look at the girl on the plastic green case
marble and lean she carries her face,
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Cherry blossoms slide
rosy water on marble branches,
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Dusty photograph
drowned in cobwebs and ages
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A wish rolls down my tongue.
Secret and blasphemous for my own ears,
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Why does it?
I bang my head in the pavement
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Metal visions carry
daylight's bright bronze,
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Fluid and graceful down it flows
mysterious, deceiving quicksilver glows,
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Livid dawn embraces sleepy skyline
crystal dew drags in the air so fine,
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Eburnean granite rends the blue,
island of me among dusty clouds.
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Leather straps and chainmail armor
define her spirit, willing to rebell.
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I look through the camera lense,
the image came tipped over twice,
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I sit with legs resting crossed
the lace slips pass my ankles lost
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Air's croaking
~you're deaf~
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Sunny Sunday gives yet again birth
among the petals of golden day
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Solitary witch submits to
autumn tempest's violent rush.
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Minutes and moments of you
I sewed in my heart with lace.
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Lets walk again our promised road,
yellow pavement we forever followed sedated,
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Grieving violins lament
on stage with maleic tunes.
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