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She slides down the bed like a serpent on a tree.
She moves like the ocean, and she's coming for me.
Her hair is like silk, and her eyes are divine.
Her lips are so soft, and her **** is my shrine.
She dances so slowly that I have to weep.
She asks to come in, and I'll be hers to keep.
Her toes start to curl as I bite her powder neck.
Her scent keeps me sane, for I am a wreck.
I went from rain to clouds,
then clouds to mist.
I was gone for a while;
please tell me what I missed.

I went from mist to leaves,
then leaves to sun.
I am here now;
please tell me where I'm from.
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A twist in the wind
and it's turned me around
What I once loved
is never to be found
Clueless little girl
that walked on sunshine
Now a wild beast
at the edge of her shrine
Pushed over
the edge of all she knows
She smiles
so it never really shows
circles and sunken waves
ships leading to the darkest caves
partners that are quite unknown
feelings that were never shown
riding moon and broken dawn
sun fading and swimming swan
glitter mist and clouds of dust
tiger fur and wonderlust
hills and flowers and brand new land
feet of stone and sturdy hand
marchway path and headway cliff
eyes of purity and open myth
How do I love the unlovable?
I cannot walk any further for you.
I keep digging and need a new shovel.
I have walked miles just to look at you.
I walked in circles and squares and hexagons.
What more can I do?
Are you even here, or are you gone?
I want to love you,
but you won't let me.
It can't be me, I've thought this through.
For, I have loved many.
Have you ever loved at all?
If not, take away my shovel
and hand me a saw.
I can't take this anymore.
Can't you see me begging?
I've been your lady and your *****.
Is there something I'm forgetting?
I'm starting to think the door is closing,
or maybe it already has.
Now I have to break through a window
and I'm going to get cut by the glass.
I feel like I'm living in a circle,
because I've been here before -
From a bright angel
to a goddess *****.
I am not happy,
but I am not sad..
Indifferent maybe, just a tad.
It's been a while
since I've seen this place.
It feels kind of good,
like my own outer space;
A mystery,
but one I've already solved.
So is this part two?
Or has it yet to dissolve?
It's like the Dark Ages,
but my darkness is home.
When I leave:
merely a temporary roam.
If I cannot bathe in evil
and I cannot eat the gold,
then I must do something
before I unfold.
Twisted as twine
and blank as a slate,
liking it here,
but planning escape.
It is hard to keep yourself
when you give yourself to someone else.
It is hard to find yourself again
after losing smiles of zen.
It is hard to give up
when it is you that you are looking for.
It is easy to show up
after learning that you may find more.
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What good is a strong hand if you nev­er touch?
What good is a kind heart if you nev­er love?
There was not one, but there were many.
There were many, but none were the same.
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