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let me dig this grave for you
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In case the feather touches her lips
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Wisp of smoke
tenderly woven around
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its about love not meaning anything while it lasted but everything when its gone!!
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Laser eyesight
cuts through cliches
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Enamel dreams
whispers in subtle tones
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Everday a new masquerade
fresh and enduring
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Boundries unveil
as velvet eyes lazily scan
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Your last wish succumbs to stillness
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Golden locks of hair caress my lips
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Vignetted dreams worry about her
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In vain
her heart reverberates
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fifteen days
thirty kisses
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Yellow shades melting into mild sapphire staring at oblivion's arm length,
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Searching obituaries as claustrophobic surfaces
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Insistent on impulsive gravity, she sighs.
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Lilac serenades
topple over subliminal crusades
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