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To contain you
Would be heavenly
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Knowing and expressing are two very different animals yet not very far in dwelling. So close in fact that the knowing urges your expression, actually yearns for your expression, for your expression is freeing and accepting. B
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skimming the voyeurs of the next chapter,
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Don't judge by the title 
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frozen in imitation moonlight the moment seizes
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silence fills me
crawling up my throat
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A love unparalleled
to the Webster's meaning,
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Still sipping
at my cold cup
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Wish I could write of our love
or your tears I have not seen.
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Your the sugar
that sweetens my morning coffee
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Bricks fall upon the dirt
my feet dug into for so long
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a familiar voice with a nameless face
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The fog settled in one hundred shades of white
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She knows not her beauty
or of love
by angelli803
25 lines, 3 comments,
on Feb 4 11:13 PM
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Hands held in, holding nothing but...
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Creativity has struck, the power pumps through my veins
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Born of the one true mother balanced and pure..
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My branch;
a temporary destination
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