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Dancing with sweet feminism,
above cemeteries of barren fields...
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Winged
days...
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I dabble my pen
into swarming letters...
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Embraced by the spirit of you,
its majestic wings spread wide...
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Half drunk sullen moon
laden with nightly drama...
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Smoldering words fall from vacant lips
Each syllable curling around my heart...
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A child running free,
sweet sounds of laughter...
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Evanescent angels
cradle crescent melodies...
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I can still recall with immaculate precision,
The night we met under starlit skies...
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Wrath Is What They Call Me, Child.
Won't You Let Me Stay A While...
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A proud, brave man, Freedom is his name,
on his knees atop the mountain plateau...
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"This could break my heart or save me"
I ask for forgiveness...