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Ryan Holden Aug 2017
You were the sparkles
In midnight sky, and you stole
All of my wishes
Ryan Holden Aug 2017
I feel like lost wind
Floating in time, not able
To choose direction.
Ryan Holden Aug 2017
The tongue is bitten
From the talker of deep love
For it can't chew truth.
This was a slight riddle. It's supposed to be those people who are "all talk". I've met a few in my time - those who tell lies of love.
Ryan Holden Aug 2017
When the sky shrouded
Me into the shadows I
Learnt to see in dark.
Ryan Holden Aug 2017
Paint these words onto
A canvas, so you can see
It drips devotion.
Ryan Holden Aug 2017
You stole my mind, you
Made my whole world turn around
Your presence alone.
Ryan Holden Aug 2017
The priminister
Of the tongue twister, mixture
Syllable whisker.
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