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May 2014
Gazes clash across a sea of eyes
Cherub poison lethal injection
System over ride
A strangled knot of hormones
Fever pitch high noon summer
These butterflies have me spinning
A chaotic path towards the light
Towards you
Burning like moth to flame
Inches away we stand with silent tongues
Dancing to the rhythm of our vein's beat
Composing love songs
*Only we can hear
Winter romance just cannot compare to the melting tanglement of summer.
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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