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DE XXVII

IN MOMENTNESS OF BREATHLESS PURE PASSION,

SLIDING ON KNIFE EDGE OF MASCULINE FAILURE,

YE MADE ALL DISSAPPEAR ,

WITH SIMPLE SPOKEN RESTFULNESS,

ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD TO WAIT,

WILL YOU BE THERE???,

ALL FROM A SOLITARY SITUATION,

WITHIN MINDS FEARFUL EYE,

WORDS RIGHTLY DISPENSE FEAR OF FEAR,

UNTIL NOW ALWAYS WORDS FROM ME,

NOW SHOWN WORDS FROM YE HAVE POWER OVER ME,

ALL WHILE RESTING ON SWEET BREAST,

BROW SOAKED IN SWEAT,

REASSURANCE IN EVERY BREATH.

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Mar 8, 2010
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