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Asa Barnes Sep 2010
The Nights are heavy with painful thoughts.
The peace bring by the noise of the day have died out.
There is not but silence in night
Not but pain.
Asa Barnes Feb 2010
This warm embrace
This growing romance
For something that should not be
Blind& subdued by the lust that sets me free

This warm embrace
swallows my faith
and burdens my sprint
I hate what we do
I hate what I do to you
But all is forgotten all is buried
Here in your warm embrace

— The End —