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these tears she weeps are not for a life past
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gentle kiss from gentle lips gentle hearts beating
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shameless tears will fall nearly fainting in such strong arms
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sing again let my whole body
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even the brightest angels
cry
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this is love this is what love is like
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my thorns do protect you my petals do caress you
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angel wings at an angle of 45 suffocating the strands of life
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a pink tinted sky silently cries
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silver lined black clouds float over the wings
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cloak of darkness is needed but not always supplied
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take my hand i still sit here
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brighter than the lightest white with rose pink shimmers of love
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each brick in this wall ahead is another reminder
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just take a moment to breathe in to leave me hanging in that breath
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with touches and caresses feeling more like pomegranate
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a kiss on fragile lips ice stuck to morphine tongues
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the winds may whisper such a flawless name
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you casually say that what i do is enough
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"so what do you want out of life?"
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and it hurts to think you are not
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when our dreams become reality when you are safely held in my arms
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what are words but mere sounds and symbols
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blow a kiss goodnight to the heart you so willingly stole
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ticking silently we cannot hear it but constantly aware of its power
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paint the sky with me a pure opal pearl color
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porcelain shallow skin cold to the touch
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inside every woman is a void waiting to be filled by love
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"what is it you are scared of?"
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the opal sunset spreads across the sky
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she muttered his name whispered of knights
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perhaps, my love
this is just a dream
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city lights and starry skies and reflections in lost eyes
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envelope on the door step too big to fit through the letterbox
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"when you are on a high, tell me what it is like"
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a blanket of stars in a velvet sky
the color of the poet's pen
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a red rose on her eyelids painted in rouge in her hand
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"visualise your pain, personify it."
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the middle way in the middle ground protected from both sides
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we will survive this fight together angels and demons fighting together
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perhaps life is not measured by breaths but by the people who let us breathe for ourselves
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mind in a mess such thoughts
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a mumur of a whisper
in a kiss of a smile
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alone but not so
his hand in hers
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