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A man is only as good as his word. |
I was an abandoned marigold
forced to prosper in the...
Adoration dances across your
ivory ribcage as I play it like...
There's something almost nostalgic about muffled...
padding softly down dimly lit sidewalks and across...
I'm a tampered transformer on
post surge power lines...
She baptized me in a rain of sweat
and preemptive kisses...
Your bated breath
still lingers on...
I'm bound to lose my
tongue...
My temple was trespassed.
My altar...
Sometimes sunsets are
synonymous...
On nights like this it's not that
I can't sleep...
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And the simplest whisper of your voice could make every hair on my neck stand at attention. |
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The only thing that's better than her smile, |
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She told me that Death terrified her, so I fell in love her. Now she'll forever live vicariously through the poetry that tumbles from my lips when I speak her name. |