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Hell holds a place 
 Where I pace in a space 
 And through glass, I look at you. 

 Not out of vengeful fury 
 But for sorrow and worry 
 As I remain in a dismal blue. 

 You are not alone 
 And prone to the light he has shone 
 With your mate, both head and soul. 

 I tear at my skull
 Hysterically mull, presence null 
 Misery flushed by eternity’s toll. 

 Obligatory affection 
 For the reflection of woman perfection 
 He has, but I too want you excessively. 

 The glass will not break
 He kisses you for my sake 
 I famine helplessly to get more than your stare. 

 You look back throughout his touch 
 Every time it’s exceedingly much 
 I fall apart watching you go. Now in a pinch 
 I winced just an inch 
 Convulsing from a dream in the 
 Windowpain. 

 No blanket could 
 Banquet and save it, sadly 
 I pinky’d my way between lanes. 

 Petite fingers clasped 
 Wrapped and entrapped in 
 Sobbing troubled twines. 

 My abdomen, held
 Felt body bouquet and meld 
 Love in the most inquisitive of times. Hell made me consistent
 Persistent, I went with it
 And caught the eye of the girl behind glass. 

 Up, she got close 
 Molecular woes, a lethal dose
 With one touch my window collapsed. 

 No one would think
 Gut sink, simultaneous blink 
 The possibility unconstitutionally in reach. 

 Things she would say 
 Meaning to days and astonishing phrase 
 I would make happy all I needed most. 

 Had I searched every-earth
 Proving worth, providing mirth 
 I would have found the same you, as inevitably. 

 Now Hell has subsided 
 And we reside in what’s been guided 
 She is the me I like most.
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
Anna
Hell holds a place 
 Where I pace in a space 
 And through glass, I look at you. 

 Not out of vengeful fury 
 But for sorrow and worry 
 As I remain in a dismal blue. 

 You are not alone 
 And prone to the light he has shone 
 With your mate, both head and soul. 

 I tear at my skull
 Hysterically mull, presence null 
 Misery flushed by eternity’s toll. 

 Obligatory affection 
 For the reflection of woman perfection 
 He has, but I too want you excessively. 

 The glass will not break
 He kisses you for my sake 
 I famine helplessly to get more than your stare. 

 You look back throughout his touch 
 Every time it’s exceedingly much 
 I fall apart watching you go. Now in a pinch 
 I winced just an inch 
 Convulsing from a dream in the 
 Windowpain. 

 No blanket could 
 Banquet and save it, sadly 
 I pinky’d my way between lanes. 

 Petite fingers clasped 
 Wrapped and entrapped in 
 Sobbing troubled twines. 

 My abdomen, held
 Felt body bouquet and meld 
 Love in the most inquisitive of times. Hell made me consistent
 Persistent, I went with it
 And caught the eye of the girl behind glass. 

 Up, she got close 
 Molecular woes, a lethal dose
 With one touch my window collapsed. 

 No one would think
 Gut sink, simultaneous blink 
 The possibility unconstitutionally in reach. 

 Things she would say 
 Meaning to days and astonishing phrase 
 I would make happy all I needed most. 

 Had I searched every-earth
 Proving worth, providing mirth 
 I would have found the same you, as inevitably. 

 Now Hell has subsided 
 And we reside in what’s been guided 
 She is the me I like most.
paul-rousseau
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
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