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Jun 2020
Through night's maze, i ll always miss my girl
i ll collect my dreams of her's like precious pearls
On the necklace of my heart

Through work haze, i d always keep her name
Shining forth my way out the dull and lame
if only her name wasn t a part

She played for me dice
and her smile and her smile and her twice
both for me and I, were but my dream of flesh
And the flesh of my dreams

I hold her in those dreams
but not for long
I hold her but free she is
and free belongs


i ll write the true colour of her eyes one day
when i stumble over all the words and come back unheard
I ll come back unscared, though not unhurt
And i ll shine forth the rhyme of her
only a couple of lines, a speck of sounds
but the true ones
not the truest
the true ones
And I ll awake then, i long to awake so
I ll awake my fine verse on my mind
I ll reach the window, and open my day w the curtain in a shower of morning
And the window once open, i ll let my verse fly away in the fresh breeze, over the land and far away, and forget as quickly as i d turn, to face the bed where my love and I have laid, and
still lay
TLPrince
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TLPrince  22/M
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