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Their fingers dig into my skin
Scratching pulling at my sin
I'm irritated, red and raw
Deaf are they to my dying call
Desperately trying to flee
Please oh please just let me be
 Jul 2010 Emily Krol
decompoetry
Tarnished capsule
Elevates levitation
Animated colors
Projecting importance

Caught in our glow
Blinded by what we create
And the stars do know
Of this beauty we radiate

For we excel this beautiful spell
Higher than the clouds
Deeper than the soul
With your hand in mine
And we are whole

To seal the deal
With this kiss
My lips on yours
Paused in a sky of bliss

I drink your heart
While you consume my mind
And we know, high on our sublime
That this ride has only just begun

— The End —