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The depth of my sorrow overwhelms me. I lie motionless in a still, hollow dark. The sound of my pulse in my ears dissolves beneath the weight of a suffocating silence, save for your haunting voice. Your desperate pleas flow in slow contented circles, whispers in the fluid motion of shadows, memories that have become my shroud. A faint inaudible gasp struggles to pass between...
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A bleeding heart lie dying, pleading, please, have mercy. And though I reside mostly in the dark corners of my own hopeless romanticism, I cannot let go. While I believe that humanity is much less than humane, that compassion is almost non-existent, I cannot let Romance be Dead! I still draw in the heavy humid air and feel it deep in my bones. A...
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I wait for you in the twilight between the shadow and the soul. Fiery anticipation diffuses into the strange newness of each others flesh. Coming to rest in the electric ambiance of your sleek body, I felt the current of desire pull and pull through me. Your hand cups the long smooth muscle of my back. My heart presses against my lungs, and I forget...
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I live alone.
It hasn't always been that way.
It's nice sometimes
to open up the heart a little
and let some hurt come in.
It prove's you're still alive.

I'm not sure what it means.
Why we cannot shake the old loves from our minds.
It must be that we build on memory
and make them more than what they were.
And is the...
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Take the photograph,
It'll be the last,
Not a dollar or a crowd could ever keep me here,

I don't have a past
I just have a chance,
Not a family or honest plea remains to say,

Rain rain go away,
Come again another day,
All the world is waiting for the sun.

Is it you I want,
or just the notion
of a heart...
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It was green, the silence; the light was moist;
the month of April trembled like a butterfly;
and you, passed through noon,
through the regions of the south,
my sea of hills and stones.

You went carrying your cargo of lost flowers,
petals battered and abandoned by the wind,
but your hands, still white, untanned by the afternoon,
gathered the blooming stalks that grew in...
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The afternoon shadows
gather as the day goes home.
And now the in-between time
before the night
after the day.

A wind is coming up
and we'll be warmer by ourselves at home.
I cannot look at you
reflected by the glass in your hand
much longer.

I want to be alone with you,
I want my thighs to speak your name
so softly only...
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It was late
and I had your words
burning
through my veins.
The cool
crisp
evening breeze
that touched
my crimson cheek
could not
be still
my restless
heart.
I craved
your mouth
your
hands
your hair
silent and starving
I hungered
for your sleek laugh.
You spoke
and the inflection
of tone
peeled
the dusk
from the day.
Softly
Slowly
the darkness
crept in...
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Sing to me of never-winter mornings
When you can't find your way back
I'll whisper to you through the dead of night
You'll remember that's when I'm alive

Call for me when the road gets too long
And the sunset keeps beating you home
I'll scream to you through clouds in the night
About lights that remind you of here

Bleed for me someday if...
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I keep expecting you
to fade
to wake up one morning
and not care
so I
keep myself
one carefully measured step away
in anticipation
of your loves decline

so when your cheek turns
and your attention
wanders
elsewhere
my heart will not be left
all awkward
hanging
from an elastic thread
you forgot to pull off
your old pair of socks

for its in...
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