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Breathless, Wondrous, My soul is gripped in awe. She twists and writhes Beneath the sheet, And dreams a little more. I'm sure she dreams of me, you see, I feel my soul aflame. When she sleeps And sees me there, She smiles and feels the same. My spirit Was consumed, In death I found my bane; Twisted deep, And borne from sleep My soul was lost in pain. For in my sin, I died, you see, While she did cast her spell. My soul was Tore asunder; Cast feet first into hell. Bound by Chains of love, Made from another's mold; She speared Me through the side, And locked me in her fold. The love she cast She didn't know Had caught my soul In death. But now I haunt her dreams Life unending, without breath.
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 8:00 AM UTC
Dreams Under Cotton Sheets
Breathless, Wondrous, My soul is gripped in awe. She twists and writhes Beneath the sheet, And dreams a little more. I'm sure she dreams of me, you see, I feel my soul aflame. When she sleeps And sees me there, She smiles and feels the same. My spirit Was consumed, In death I found my bane; Twisted deep, And borne from sleep My soul was lost in pain. For in my sin, I died, you see, While she did cast her spell. My soul was Tore asunder; Cast feet first into hell. Bound by Chains of love, Made from another's mold; She speared Me through the side, And locked me in her fold. The love she cast She didn't know Had caught my soul In death. But now I haunt her dreams Life unending, without breath.
The first draft was a love note, but it felt more hallmark than I would like.  Then I started to tamper with it, changing the 9th line from 'awakes' to 'sleeps', and the rest began to take shape.
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mv-blake
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 8:00 AM UTC
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