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 Jun 2015 Andreas Sfakianakis
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Let sadness be your ink
 Jun 2015 Andreas Sfakianakis
BF
You see not the flicker,
only the flame
But I am so close to burning out;
                A waterfall of wax
                slipping through
                your fingers
BF
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 Jun 2015 Andreas Sfakianakis
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In a collision of
pasts and presents,
I think my lips would
remember yours
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 Jun 2015 Andreas Sfakianakis
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Pity the fool who does
not believe words can
change lives
we spent a night on shores,
sand running through shell,
you touched me soft gently
green waves rolling out and
in the night we talked evers
to now of always soon come
deep, longs until slow, tears
fell in drops from break sky,
it seemed all time was new
and white birds flying over,
how they sailed with moon
smiling as truth smiling out
beyond a light sea of night,
our love then forever young
and curtains lifted the stars,
fell waysides into the dawn,
our faces golden in the sun.
The clouds are windy
And foreign, light rays
In the sky is my dream,
I am nestled in wave
As we run sleepy to shore.

In the wet sands of beach
Are markings of birds,
Little traces before flight,
Their steps to heaven,
Before rain washes away.

The stars are gleaming
To know us, but I only
Know you, what mystery
There is in knowing,
How flesh is temporary
And the eye eternal.

Please come be with me
Into breaking love dawn,
Please come to know me,
Grab hold of the wind,
Set me to flame like stars
Above, I only know you.
In rain I know,
The stillness of love
Worth remembering
As memory is washed
Before the sun breaks.

In rain I am feeling,
Such warmth of love
Was once so whole
And hope a messenger,
The sun is coming.

In rain I am alive,
Earthly and heavenly,
Wrapped in offered cloud
By sympathies from sky,
The golden eye of sun.
as we kissed
i felt lost in your world,
entwined in your universe,
wrapped in your thoughts,
part of your mind,
now the thought of your
lips brushing mine
is but a memory,
an empty promise,
a moment of heat,
a rush of desire,
that I will never, ever forget.
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