Im due
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My Guilt
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This - My own sea of sin I shelter my emotions
Step blind to lines drawn  this ****** up painting I created
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We call ourselves artist - I drop burning - Darkness covers this empty space - How did I get here - My creation - My weakness diluted strength
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Forbidden by secrecy
Scared
Movement forward steps back to a beginning
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Whispers fear needless truth - What is truth if forbidden - Carried heavy on shoulders innocent bystanders wander no direction satisfied by nothing preserved by guilt - Our guilt - Their guilt no gauge reckless
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Time moves forward seconds raptured never return - Right a wrong - Decisions helpless - mourn a moment past
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Salty our taste lies built with sudden haste concluded affection destruction brings new direction
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Look back acknowledge a past to accept a new future - No one thing comes painless to process to pleasure - Birth to grave time swiftly travels - As clouds pass overhead time shelters memories gone.
blink.
over.

As quick a letter read our life abides this destiny - Love the one who betters your existence and in all persistence forget not the past and the road that was traveled
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Guilt is merely a message from above God's hand in grace
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Look back the blessing - Once a ****** up painting now those lines created this masterpiece our masterpiece this painting 143.

She asked
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Tell me where your love lies.
Hearts reply
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My love does not doesn't tell a single lie, confused in chasing distant time flies underneath bitter sky
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Love mimics truth acceptance
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No descreptance
Falling dear nothing swears to shed your tear, look
deep into our past year consider fear
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Faith comes by seeing not pleading
change bitter sweet my dear
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My heart does not lie it only lay calm in the palm of your hands
Hands torn between truth and reality
What is our fatality

She stood sat delicate in presence - my eyes gathered confidence perplexed heart torn between curtains - her tone - words passionate confident in nature - eyes locked my soul torn moments passed - truth mapped deep within lines yet to be written - worlds of confusion secured in visual sight - our truth - conversations complex beneath casual nature - disturbed by paths already taken - wrong turns led hearts disengaged lies - new truth believed felt deep penetrated skin - hands tied gripped behind backs - compress let go - feel warmth between bodies passion deep moans engaged - a new truth portrayed - souls set on fire delicate lies lived in a past broken - dictated guilt crossroads yet to travel - roads grey following unmapped “terms”- our story threaded our stains tell stories - memories charted time spent gathered thoughts - vocalized between hearts unhappy - bitterness past discretion - manipulated - others look in judgment felt hell’s destination - we walk roads already traveled past memories haunt decisions unmade - live to settle daily life pass blink - it’s gone - sleepless nights a future already mapped - laminate dust covers persuade to step blind - hands clinched steep roads untraveled - eyes water **** manipulation unsettled judgment - this is “our map” let’s travel - Our hands locked - my queen above all - baggage neither can tell - carried between truth - yours is mine I’ll love you forever - unleash heavens gates - my heart's yours - these are my terms - forged in hell’s fire - my promise my desire, our fire.

Perplexed with intoxication
Visualize not mentalization
Saturated overcame this destination
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Life

Do we heal with time or does time fluctuate the essence of our healing - A window into a world explored opens and yet, before reaching our first step, well silence the anticipation of falling - Time - Was it too long or not enough - Missed opportunities are gathered - What might be open space to some is crowded by others. Forged from the beginning first breaths associated in rhythm - Pathologically divided in silence negotiations provided
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Life's mystery
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Time

Once
you
SEE
The magic
in
Her
VIBE
Everyone else -
looks like
SMOKE & MIRRORS