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jr-lacehewe
Kiss me, before I forget the taste of delicacy Before my eyes haze over with the dullness of all that is not you. Do you even hear me?           Screaming behind false teeth                     Dying behind emotionless eyes           Submerge your head in the depth of your reflection                     But do not forget who patiently waits at the edge of the bank                     If just once your eyes did not betray the curve of your lips                               If once I thought your laugh was pure                               Perhaps then I would survive too.                                         Until then I will wait for you to resurface                                                   Or retrieve your drowned body from the sea.
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Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC
To a Lost Girl
‘Twas autumn when I found you broken there Reduced to mutt, a once proud hound lay still – Fur dripping salty rain – lost eyes unfilled With hope or love of self, your spirit bare. I let you in my chamber not aware The drowning heart in loss had lost its will, Yet you taught love, and I to laugh until The walls were naught and of one soul we shared. But when she found us, jealousy grew real; She told me pure and harmless love was more, And so you left, her will consented to, With comfort that in storm at least you feel. She thought my virtue left at beauty’s door; Were it she knew, ‘twas me I saw in you.
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Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 11:56 PM UTC
On Louise
Yo estaba acerca del sabor de amistad Veo el amor para mi voz y mi cuerpo Pero mi alma duerme con realidad Espero que me veas - Espero tu abrazo Creo que me conoces Pero te conozco Cuando respires, respiro Cuando toso, respires más profundo Yo sacrificiaría mis pulmones para           tus alientos Yo sacrificaría mi alma para           ti Yo he. Y no me ves No has nunca. ________________________________________________________________________________________ I was close to the the taste of friendship I see the love for my voice and body But my soul sleeps with reality I hope that you see me I wait for your embrace I think that you know me But I know you When you breath, I breath When I choke, you breath deeper I would sacrifice my lungs for            your breath I would sacrifice my soul for          you I have. And you don't see me You never have.
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Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 11:06 PM UTC
El Aislado
Whilst water lapped my tired feet At tranquil pool I sought to rest In that, of company no less – A humble, simple-hearted sheep. She came to me on verge of sleep – Head nuzzled into heaving chest; My sister from our worldly nest Where we were bred from heaven’s keep. The shepherd watched from where he stood And from his lips a smile beamed As I began as best I could To wash her hooves amidst the stream Our kindred bodies, souls, and blood Entangled in a Christian Dream.
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Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 10:54 PM UTC
A Love Sonnet
They are                 monotony. Pulchritudinous                               aesthetics, Alleviation                       to                              seclusion. Do you not feel the heat – my wrist on yours burn tales more rich than ours on nights more dark than souls too tense to feel the eyes of God draw shame on backs of necks so close? Or is it                                                                                                                                       just me? Conjuring                     fraudulence Accrediting                        ludicrous                                           buoyancy I know its there I know the life that flows through limbs of mine can move through cloth to touch the skin of yours I hear your eyes I see your voice I breath you in why else are we so close? And           innocent And             serene And             happy And                                                                                                                                              secluded. How can you sit not feel those things I feel not think those thoughts I think not see your wrist sink in to flesh as soft and pink as lips I long to taste? We are al-ways al-ways al-ways al-ways al-ways al-ways so close... They are                  tolerable Doused                ardor                             maybe. Benumbed                        incandescence                                                     maybe. But still                They are                                                                                                                                                            here.
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Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 5:43 PM UTC
Heartbeat
They are                 monotony. Pulchritudinous                               aesthetics, Alleviation                       to                              seclusion. Do you not feel the heat – my wrist on yours burn tales more rich than ours on nights more dark than souls too tense to feel the eyes of God draw shame on backs of necks so close? Or is it                                                                                                                                       just me? Conjuring                     fraudulence Accrediting                        ludicrous                                           buoyancy I know its there I know the life that flows through limbs of mine can move through cloth to touch the skin of yours I hear your eyes I see your voice I breath you in why else are we so close? And           innocent And             serene And             happy And                                                                                                                                              secluded. How can you sit not feel those things I feel not think those thoughts I think not see your wrist sink in to flesh as soft and pink as lips I long to taste? We are al-ways al-ways al-ways al-ways al-ways al-ways so close... They are                  tolerable Doused                ardor                             maybe. Benumbed                        incandescence                                                     maybe. But still                They are                                                                                                                                                            here.
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