i want to taste the salt of you skin...
a poem about you
reflecting
verses contain thoughts of you
you are in my lines
a relationship
beginning from ends
broken hearts from others
sometimes a friend
aged like wine
judged not each
brushed not aside
tears, joy and anger
long nights talking
songs, poems, music
a special place
sometimes a lover
waiting for you
softness of skin
warmed by touch
kisses upon neck
hands...
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reflecting
verses contain thoughts of you
you are in my lines
a relationship
beginning from ends
broken hearts from others
sometimes a friend
aged like wine
judged not each
brushed not aside
tears, joy and anger
long nights talking
songs, poems, music
a special place
sometimes a lover
waiting for you
softness of skin
warmed by touch
kisses upon neck
hands...
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That kind a girl
what kind of girl am I looking for?
one who
opens her own door
a brain, but not a bore
likes sex on the floor
promiscuous, but not a whore
that kind a girl...
one with
thongs of hot pink
who can free think
tanned skin w/ ink
what kind of girl am I looking for?
the kind that likes...
communicated...
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what kind of girl am I looking for?
one who
opens her own door
a brain, but not a bore
likes sex on the floor
promiscuous, but not a whore
that kind a girl...
one with
thongs of hot pink
who can free think
tanned skin w/ ink
what kind of girl am I looking for?
the kind that likes...
communicated...
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nightvixen:
nice,sounds like a few people i know! 
That kind a girl
what kind of girl am I looking for?
one who
opens her own door
a brain, but not a bore
likes sex on the floor
promiscuous, but not a whore
that kind a girl...
one with
thongs of hot pink
who can free think
tanned skin w/ ink
what kind of girl am I looking for?
the kind that likes...
communicated...
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what kind of girl am I looking for?
one who
opens her own door
a brain, but not a bore
likes sex on the floor
promiscuous, but not a whore
that kind a girl...
one with
thongs of hot pink
who can free think
tanned skin w/ ink
what kind of girl am I looking for?
the kind that likes...
communicated...
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Nights spent tossing and turning, dreaming of feeling. All around me are the shadows of the never was and the could have been. While my mind is filled with the sounds of the loud silence. Shadows and silence make of my life now.
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These Humans Beings
I watch in the shadows, these human beings.
Disappear into their sanctuaries,
when shadows grow long.
They lock away the unknown.
Afraid of the darkness.
Hide from their fears..
Pray to their deities
to help protect them.
From what or who ? Me?
They hide not from me.
They hide from themselves
Yet they are afraid of me,
When they are most...
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I watch in the shadows, these human beings.
Disappear into their sanctuaries,
when shadows grow long.
They lock away the unknown.
Afraid of the darkness.
Hide from their fears..
Pray to their deities
to help protect them.
From what or who ? Me?
They hide not from me.
They hide from themselves
Yet they are afraid of me,
When they are most...
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Loud Silence
Wait, hush,
Hear the deafening silence.
The dark cries of one no longer there.
No voices that carry.
Gone are the sounds of happiness.
Only shouts of silent sorrow.
A screaming chorus of nothingness.
Silence that can burst your ears.
Crying out into the void.
Aching pains of the tortured cries.
But, alas nothing is there.
No sound made, only . . ....
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Wait, hush,
Hear the deafening silence.
The dark cries of one no longer there.
No voices that carry.
Gone are the sounds of happiness.
Only shouts of silent sorrow.
A screaming chorus of nothingness.
Silence that can burst your ears.
Crying out into the void.
Aching pains of the tortured cries.
But, alas nothing is there.
No sound made, only . . ....
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Surreal spectral smog, my thoughts.
Ghostly ghastly grotesque, my ideas.
Vast vacuum void, my mind.
What does this say about me.
Ghostly ghastly grotesque, my ideas.
Vast vacuum void, my mind.
What does this say about me.
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