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I dreamt of her.
I dream of her name and her eyes.
on waking i feel a vague sense of loss and sorrow.
Perhaps its from a past life.
My heart calls out for her,
As though I've always known her.
Yet my head knows I've never met her.
I dreamt of you,*
And woke with tears on my cheek.
His kisses I want so endearing
But I guess I'm not his type.
Wrong or right?
Wanting a mans kiss that I won't get.
The
        haunting
                         distinction
                                             between
*What
            is
                and
                       what
                                 has
                                       passed
I slipped into her ocean
And rode upon her sea
In the midst of all our love
We mingled egg with seed
I climbed her highest mountain
And Gave her all of me
As i peaked her final wave
*She shuddered and came all over me
Its not that your a ****** person
You just seem that way
Your by no means stupid
Your just oblivious
And you are very beautiful
I just hate the personality attached to your face
Abandon all hope ye who enter here.
Thats what she tattooed just above her *****.
Seems at least a little disconcerting....
Eh **** it.
How could we expect Righteousness to prevail
When there are none willing to make sacrifices
Such a gorgeous sunny day and i have to go
Yet what does my death matter
If it will incite the masses to rise to action
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