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christian-mat
19/M A concoct of love, longing and other aspects of being.
Placid comfort your hand gives to mine; a frigid world we have to call home and while this link can hasten up time, my heart calls out, "don't keep me alone"
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Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 3:27 PM UTC
Don't keep me alone
Finish me with your lips flushed; rosé on my skin, whetstone that surrounds me with moans hushed pleading to have her love sown.
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Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 11:41 AM UTC
Rosé
When she saw you, the moon turned to shine through you instead of the sun; misfortune to those who live where the moon can't see you, where the moon is forced to be content with the sun.
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Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 12:51 PM UTC
Lesser brilliance
We held each other, unbounded warmth, our lips, only an atom away, crystalized joy in our hearts was formed and soon our lungs for our breaths made way.
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Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 7:24 AM UTC
Peace
I caressed you under neon gleam, blessed cold night, your heart mine stole; just five days, what they may seem, yet five rings the earth has strolled.
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Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 2:01 PM UTC
Rings
Your voice, hearsay of the breeze when it caresses the petals in our garden; zephyr in my ears as my hands reach your depths, equanimity broken like the branches under our feet when we entered this forest called desire.
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Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 1:51 PM UTC
Hearsay
Sweetest flower of April's touch veiled upon your ***** permit yourself to blossom and to these hands clutch. Futile humility you carry now that the ring adorns your leaves our hearts feel genuine and merry and love, only love they now receive.
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Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 6:39 PM UTC
Blossom
To the sound of frying eggs and ding goes the toast I will think of you the most because the only thing I wish is to share with you this dish but you are far away and so my heart will stay craving for a morning with you.
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Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 10:32 AM UTC
Eggs and toast
There is a treasure hidden in Palestine where the formless predict the past, and in it's trap I've been smitten, and my death, filled with life looms.
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 11:52 AM UTC
Treasure
Blackened heart that longed too long charred to coal in smoking flesh make ammends within this song and cease the mind of this unrest. To these weights do not cling more the rusting chains that held you back the sinking bonds beneath your pores that made your feeling sadly lack.
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Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 6:16 PM UTC
Charred