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New locks at Birthwaite
Are we in or are we out?
We're never 'in there with a shout'
Builders working in the rain
wishing it was fine again
They are actually working very hard
Should be finished by end of March
Rapid Infarction.

What was.
Became through the showering sound of.
Why.
Screamed into oblivion.
The rush.
Stabbed through the psychedelic spiral.
& vomited upon from the mahogany floor.
Crashed and wedded in embrace.
Held by wind from the creak.
The silence.
The intamacy.
Only to be welded into nothing.
But the field of reeds to keep company.



Garrett Johnson.
Return of.
The touch of your hands, sweet memory,
The kiss of your lips, passion undefined,
Take me back in time when it was all love
Take me back in time when it was me and you against the world
Take me back in time when our bed was made of roses
Months and years have passed
Your thoughts are undying.
This thoughts are undying ..

Advice?
 Feb 2020 Mark Wanless
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 Feb 2020 Mark Wanless
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her mouth, tainted by the faded taste of cigarettes
spoke of the horrors that filled her mind
her hands, battered and bruised
shook as they returned
her lips trembled
he thought that only happened in stories
her eyes welled
he didn’t know what to do
she was pulled in an embrace
and he held her tight
her chest shook with every rattling breath she took
a desperate attempt to hold back the crawling smoke slipping through her cigarette tainted mouth and trembling lips
a cry wanting to escape
but her teeth were a prison and there were no bars
only stone on top of stone
preventing that smoke from fleeing
so moments go by
until the horrors passed her mind
her hands lay still
and her lips settled
eyes emptied
those rattling breaths turned deep
and he didn’t notice
because with her in his clutch
he could only think about the time when he thought
that people like her
only existed in stories
I with every ounce of me love you
I wear my heart on my sleeve,
Your antidote, when the world infects your emotions, leave it diseased
A comforter, snuggled
So at night  soundly you sleep
Like the notion of death, I stand beside you
I will never ever leave,

Your side

As our enchanted souls constantly confess
Your love is all mine
Our love godly, you my living shrine
Your kisses honey-sweet, my queen
The sun envious, even it you outshine.

My confession,

I think you are divine
A taste from heaven,
You give my confidence wings, above the chaos It fly's

Above the choas, we rise
Hand in hand, hearts beating as one
Our Eyes,
Windows to our souls
The truth forever revealed
As we ascend to the sky's
These words that pour from my heart
You are the beat of it
So only in death we will part
Oh warrior of old
Oh knight of ancient oath
Oh folk of old with blade utter
Oh soul with armour shattered

Brave against the odds
Valiant for kin and folk
Gallant with conviction and sacrifice
Fearless in death's embrace

Oh warriors of old now gone
Oh gods of old so long forgotten
Oh mortal folk so unwilling
Oh humans of despite
Oh world of burning greed
Inspired by  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d7rWcBwqbH8
How does it feel,
To die?

I
Never
Replied
Genre: Dark Abstract
Theme: Dead Soul || Nobody knows
Author's Note: They keep on waiting to hear, I wait for the expiration date of their question, believe me everything that died is not dead.
Nice frosty morning
All the grass is very white
Should make a nice day
Shall I compare thee the wind of dawn?
Thou art more comforting and certain:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of the mainsail,
And dawn' lease hath a few hours,
Sometimes the fog covers the eye of heaven to shine,
Overly the gold complexion is dimm'd;
And every air from air declines
This could be nature changing its course untrimm'd;
But I hope thy eternal dawn shall not fade,
Nor lose the comfort of the air thou owest,
Nor shall heartbreak brag thou wander'st in her hut,
So as long as the heartbeats or the eyes see,
So shall our love be comforting as thee dawn.
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