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  Jan 2016 philippe lato
Day
stolen glances between two depressed teenagers
philippe lato Jan 2016
2.2
you're in my veins, my love
eyes open while i close mine
dearly, pull me closer
closer, to your altar.
maybe those sweet pollen
can be licked off your
flowery mouth.
philippe lato May 2015
2.2
Tiameus,


I humbly pardon thee,
for what i testify might
be an utter of my foolishness.

I simply cannot tell such things
nor do the courage so to stare
at your concealed eyes.

I cannot speak more or less
For you have left me breathless
and thinking.

You shattered my reality
whilst you put an end at my
hyperbole's.

We spun around together in circles
Talking such pointless and serious
things.

At a cloud of dusk where I wake.
I spend the time closely thinking
loudly in sparks.

I had thought so many things in how the
beauty and marvel of your words came.
At  times left me awake widely at some
nights of how captivating your
defenses are, that sets me analyzing.

In such hours, I often think about you.
Decoding possibilities and inferences.

Likely, you are a book that I need to
read in such comprehension in challenge.

Timaeus,
time is running out.
Clock gears in shock as the moonsetter plays to an end.
My test is already done.
philippe lato May 2015
1.1
Pleasant is the day even when the land is coated in mist.
Mother wind howls such breeze to the father sea,
calling for its daughters to  retreat.

The voyagers' flags of lions gold and burgundy griffins
flies at the celestial.  Heavy rows of ships now
move against the currents, off to venture a place
we don't know.

— The End —