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Oct 2016
Lust is a poison that taints the soul darker
Once you leap into the sea it will swallow, swallow it all
All of you gone in the deep waves of despair and hopelessness
You are the statue of dignity until the moonlight burns a hole, well it stings
All of the flowers plucked so vigorously from the stem of gentleness
Don’t be the one who backs down
Don’t be the one who returns empty-handed
You are just one in a million
One in the everspinning madness of passionate eternity
Turning around, spun by the momentum of regret
Objection caught in a breath, I do not want to hurt you
Nor do you want to be here with me tonight
Cushions so soft against bruised up skin, scars on scars
We sway to the melody of stirred up surfaces
God might look down on us lost animals
Foolishly licking the wrong wounds
Creatures of the night, begone now
Let the soul rest, return the body where it belongs
Lust is a poison that makes the world go mad
And I succumb to the weight of guilt to become free once again.
Blind Distance
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Blind Distance
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     harlon rivers and ---
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