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You threw slippers to floor The rippled mess a'lore Fifteen nights of settled dawn For one dusk without a yawn I tussled with a night of sleep To greet you mouth-agape with seep No interest now, on lore of past I grip your hand, in spite of ghast **** off for good", you let me know Fallen fast, I shreik, fathom of crow The door, it echoes, blast my mind For thinking, I would cease a bind A cold night awaits at sill Eyes lost in not a night of thrill Moon ablaze, oh my heart it knows The pain it shines with the light in flows Car screech, clock bites the final end Moon you know the things we fend Look at night for I can see it done Let it known, just don't tell the sun
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Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
Lore of Love
You threw slippers to floor The rippled mess a'lore Fifteen nights of settled dawn For one dusk without a yawn I tussled with a night of sleep To greet you mouth-agape with seep No interest now, on lore of past I grip your hand, in spite of ghast **** off for good", you let me know Fallen fast, I shreik, fathom of crow The door, it echoes, blast my mind For thinking, I would cease a bind A cold night awaits at sill Eyes lost in not a night of thrill Moon ablaze, oh my heart it knows The pain it shines with the light in flows Car screech, clock bites the final end Moon you know the things we fend Look at night for I can see it done Let it known, just don't tell the sun
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Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
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