i have forgot lily, her eyes flashed ravens alight capture a vision.. in her wakening, where i hid our grass last night.. ***** *** **** beauty of the first light love thirsts see her pale pale skin her black eye dawn the milkman a sparrow a horn.. dew..
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where o could it be? wreck the place mother-f.. she sleeps.. i watch her her timeless beauty
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she is- little sparrow brave warrior first kiss- snoring, so i go looksy..!
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how to begin i am not comfortable with such emotion amazing how quickly one goes from rational human to mad thing i think i bet she got it.. this is how it goes.. over the years hiding holes like love have grown begin with the walls o bring them down somewhere obvious i will return and she will be burning what pain- down the couch or new place a reconstruction of the night before science or blind anger which spirals purple faced into hopeless tears and wander down the bar...
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no quarter said the warrior a pint of lager i love her
though it is war long periods of boring
by mad action dividing fractions well,that was years before..
how time goes sweet armistice (the left is not what it was..)
but i am happier (could nt get no ******* sadder..)
on the positive i turned out to be a wizard sometimes..
it is a case of where to look magic could be youtube or books
writing and colours and a little pointy hat
rats lol alakazam! secret words..
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meanwhile lily awakens- the kraken rises
from icy depth smokes the last of the grass and she is herself
she is bit paint a bit red bit red white black
yellow in a mondrian o back to bed
soul mining cohen red wine cosy..
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home comes thee wizard..!? of dark aspect respect needed
happy but... first a further search searcher!
secret powers are on pagan hand
the body has a memory (he can not bear the cooker
it is white and sinister) to gather the lost we must dream
lily sings- what you doing my man, looking for something..
(like a dream a poem within a poem) when my heart
is full of love all for you my merlin right here
now o! a cry yonder i found a bit of red-leb from years before
the morning a dove in flight our pantheistic pair
in arm and arm fair in fair what you been doing painting..