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Sep 2015
He washed over me like
the warmest wave
Every time he rose to meet me
His skin would lap at my shores
The salty sweet kiss
The ever unfurling lips
An ocean of ecstasy
And waning tide of
release
Lachrymose and Lies
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Lachrymose and Lies  In a tormented mind
(In a tormented mind)   
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