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Kay
I used to wander the streets.
Looking for love in all the wrong places.
Then I found you.
Now the streets don't look nearly as dangerous, and the sky has never looked so blue.
You are the sun, the moon, and the stars.
And you'll forever be burning in my eyes
Eh it's one in the morning. I'm tired but I keep thinking of you.
I'm not religious but, at times I swear you taste as pure as holy water. I don't believe in God but, I thank the universe every day for having you walk into my life.
It's 12:25 am.

I am **** tired this is just some stupid thought process stuff that is subject to change
Your arms and legs don't end in darkness. Like gas, your entire being fills the dark room. In the dark you swallow me whole. I feel electricity in the air, and sparks when we touch. As much as I love the day, you make me anticipate the night.
I am a sailor,
I have traveled far and wide,
Each wave and tide have brought me directly to you,
Your song is enticing,
With each note I find my ship closer and closer to crashing upon your rocks,
It's a scary thought,
But your mesmerizing voice draws me nearer to what may be my final shore,
I brace for impact,
I hold tight,
I know that when my ship crashes upon your shore,
I am staying for more than just a night.
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If I should die,
And you should live—
And time should gurgle on—
And morn should beam—
And noon should burn—
As it has usual done—
If Birds should build as early
And Bees as bustling go—
One might depart at option
From enterprise below!
’Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand
When we with Daisies lie—
That Commerce will continue—
And Trades as briskly fly—
It makes the parting tranquil
And keeps the soul serene—
That gentlemen so sprightly
Conduct the pleasing scene!
The noon's greygolden meshes make
All night a veil,
The shorelamps in the sleeping lake
Laburnum tendrils trail.

The sly reeds whisper to the night
A name-- her name-
And all my soul is a delight,
A swoon of shame.
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