Vote upon these unpaid choices.
What blunt charms, masks, and soliloquies
Jut the truth to distant memories?
Test the soul disguised in fantasies.
Touch can enchant the mode of a man.
Love can vanquish lost opportunity.
Look not past the air that creates new breathe.
Let these chances change you and clear the moon.
A calm, clear moon, where I can trust in you.
Quakes from river to ocean dance and then rest,
And slowly I find justice in you.
The grand act of love sweeps away pain and misery.
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 1:10 AM UTC
Vote upon these unpaid choices.
What blunt charms, masks, and soliloquies
Jut the truth to distant memories?
Test the soul disguised in fantasies.
Touch can enchant the mode of a man.
Love can vanquish lost opportunity.
Look not past the air that creates new breathe.
Let these chances change you and clear the moon.
A calm, clear moon, where I can trust in you.
Quakes from river to ocean dance and then rest,
And slowly I find justice in you.
The grand act of love sweeps away pain and misery.
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