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 Jan 2015 dean evans
Porter
ice
 Jan 2015 dean evans
Porter
ice
Softly cold the air
this pewter heavy way

bold the angel sword
pink dreams to deftly slay

drink this haven now
a painted a sky to fall

banished all to wither
in blue shadows crawl

oceans in these eyes
lost forever heart

frozen here in rock
forgotten mosaic art
Her lips taste like gold
And I smell lilacs on the wind
As a breeze brushes back her hair
She looks me in the eye
And traces a finger down my cheek
And along my jawline
Just to pull gently on my chin hair
She wraps her hands around my face
And pulls me in for a long kiss
No words need to be said
We were speaking with our souls
And I knew there was a reason for everything
In that moment
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