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Nine is a Lucky Number.i. Contemplate these dazey desires;Nine is a Lucky Number.
Breathe in this bottle of dreamy air And dance with me in the moonlight - What would be a fool's longed-for paradise.
ii. Be vigilant;
Do these responsive lips equal assurance? I profess you'll be digging deep holes and Breaking Compassion's walls, If your mind trips and your heart rolls away, In tedium and moronic ways...
iii. Have faith in your inner-emotions;
Feel the texture of my words - Taste the sweet vibrance in its truth, Ringing softly in your ear, On those park benches at the sta


Solis Occasus.As many as the breaths we consume In the brittle winds of the chilly season, And the sunsets descending nonchalantly From the firey sky each Autumn, Are the days I will continue to love thee.Solis Occasus.
Hear the gentle sigh as sunrise beckons, Stretching and unveiling its curtain of splendid colours Blinding the eyes of darkness in its saturated hue, Beside me is no one dear to me but you.
Treasuring the skies painted With the crispness of fallen leaves Watching the colours glow scarlet, Humming sweet tunes with grace, Our legs push on without haste,
Eyes


Poetria Amoris Sum.The taste of your nectar lips Shines like a fire-fly, simmering on my tongue Why pull away bringing agony, Seeping into skin, Burning me from deep within?Poetria Amoris Sum.
Lashes close begging for amiable dreams, Heartbeat flickering as scarce as a candle, In a winter's whistling blaze.
Heart leaps up into flight Like a bird soaring without wings, Catching a sweet smile, When held safely in your embrace.
Head rests on your light chest, Counting heatbeats, Drinking in these deep, new-found breaths
Never plunging in a heart's bitter death
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South-bird WingsI have watched brown birds fly south in the winter. I have seen trees turn grey with age and pale with cold. I have listened to the cry of innocence trapped. I have bred lies and sold them for meat. I have eaten words and fed my children silence. I have seen the world swallow green grass tall. I have sung the dawn-call loud and clear. I have heard my freedoms death begin. I have known the anger of traitors laugh.South-bird Wings
In the deep dark before morning when the shadows breathe cold, I have stood beneath the blackest branches of the hateful trees and smiled at the frosted path before me. I have tasted the blood beneath my skin


Find me a CureI keep slithering through the deep fog I thrust every wall, seeking your climax You drench me then you let me breathe You deprive my senses, giving me what I need When you break every bone, when you grab and crush You bake my soul, making me a complete mushFind me a Cure
We kept entreating this love to be pure Loosen up your grip for I can not endure Heal my illusion, go and seek me a cure How can such love be this bright and obscure
So come, let's encinerate this love Let it die in a crowd, on those hills above Like a shameful traitor, a hidden sinner Le
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