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Jun 2010
Your beauty is like poison, yet I indulge with each dose I take.
This vision of a flawless reflection makes perfection feel fake.
Your beauty is breathtaking, yet I breathe deeply every chance I get.
This painful endeavor of improbable variables, make this risk a sure bet.
Your beauty is fearsome, yet I calmly reach my hand towards its fang.
This dangerous game for neither riches nor fame leave me in search for my own big bang.
Your beauty is like a dying star, so bright and so far, an exploding passion that'll leave my heart scarred.
This endless journey, fraught with desperate despair makes my will dare to leave this world marred.
Your beauty is like poison, yet I choose not to look away.
Until this looking receives your longing, I cannot depart from this fray.
Richard Allen Pogue
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Richard Allen Pogue  In the atmosphere
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