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Each yearned for what was untainted upon themselves, but touched was a reaction that blistered upon each as hand prints of Efforts Feelings Emotions Were scarring on each selves. they yeaned For the simplest of touch, not scaring The others outer coils. but white where Black beckoned White hand prints on onyx harder to hide As bittin upon a cross to remember the Passion that burnt inside. Evil, Good, Blurred Lines of what was a boundary. But lines are Meant to be crossed for it is only a marker Of what was before not love. Feathers oxidizing, faint corruption In white tinted red, as a heartless netherworld A heart did beat faintly instead of hate. Love, Emotions, Conquering The legacy of what was below, The shimmer of overhead. The yearned for the aroma of each, Holocaust flames engulfed, Aqua upon wings submerged self. And in the throws of wrongful passion, One was drowned upon flame extinguished One was but fleeting feathers outlined of what Burnt in both, ash of white, a flicker of flame, Merging, Unity, Connecting Upon two parts, and out of two was one that was neither Pure or dark. a seed of both in death reborn, the era Of humanity did start with a love never meant to start. Creation from light and dark, Neither one but still both apart, ever at odds, Human nature, the side of feathers or of the smouldering part.
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Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC
Feathers and Flame Unite
Each yearned for what was untainted upon themselves, but touched was a reaction that blistered upon each as hand prints of Efforts Feelings Emotions Were scarring on each selves. they yeaned For the simplest of touch, not scaring The others outer coils. but white where Black beckoned White hand prints on onyx harder to hide As bittin upon a cross to remember the Passion that burnt inside. Evil, Good, Blurred Lines of what was a boundary. But lines are Meant to be crossed for it is only a marker Of what was before not love. Feathers oxidizing, faint corruption In white tinted red, as a heartless netherworld A heart did beat faintly instead of hate. Love, Emotions, Conquering The legacy of what was below, The shimmer of overhead. The yearned for the aroma of each, Holocaust flames engulfed, Aqua upon wings submerged self. And in the throws of wrongful passion, One was drowned upon flame extinguished One was but fleeting feathers outlined of what Burnt in both, ash of white, a flicker of flame, Merging, Unity, Connecting Upon two parts, and out of two was one that was neither Pure or dark. a seed of both in death reborn, the era Of humanity did start with a love never meant to start. Creation from light and dark, Neither one but still both apart, ever at odds, Human nature, the side of feathers or of the smouldering part.
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Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC
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