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Love letters and flowers, sweets and treats
It's all wasted money and time
She belongs to the streets
She was never "mine"
Left her scent on many sheets
Simple as a glass of wine
Line as long as 20 meet 'n greets
A free-for-all free for all, small of her back there's even a sign
How'd I miss that...?
Does love actually make you blind?

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Inside, a straw of bruised feelings is set on fire.
Above the rotting mass of mistrust and slaughter, there is a billowing smoke of desecrated feelings.
linger around the yuletides
heightened senses swirl
like feathery snow sparkle
carried by the wind
dancing in the chill
like a ballerina
that knows not of
God's will.

It may look like I'm silent
But don't let it fool you
I'm holding back the will
To say that I love you
God
I have everything I need in this dust-filled world, except for your presence.
Poetry is washed away from my imagination by the currents of my restless mind.
Right now, I feel empty and soulless.
God
With the exception of my feelings for you, all other fragments of emotion have bid adieu.
Don't try to rekindle friendships where bitter and tense memories linger.

There lies a tale of long-forgotten friendships, where painful memories still hold fast.
The mind, a soul's playmate, a transient guide.
One instant an ally, the next a tempest ride.
Its beauty can entice, so handle it carefully, like a delicate dream.
To prevent it from straying too far from you, tether it gently.
But keep your focus always, for you must return to your soul.
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