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Strands of golden sunbeams

Tickle your cheek

Oceans of blue

Gaze on down at me

The softest touch

Could quench my thirst

The flames ebb my sanity

In the wake of your absence

Vision-a mere trick of lights

Tirades of pain

To cleanse your touch

Oh deep sorrow

Come and blacken

The iris of my eyes

Let night be the

Fright that petrifies me

Wanton obsession

Throbbing like a drum

Intensely magnifying

Into total consumption

Until you arrive once again

To bring calmness

To my stormy night




Tags: love

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