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The two voices speaking Rapid faints Like the worker boys behind darkened scenes Lovers quiet We could hear you Gasping up for air Swiftly sounding in the sheets deep close in despair Why were you there Why could I fear The dying drums of living souls Beating down upon my ribs Feeling violence Seeking silence Among those fleeting So drowned and Why was I the sips so deep Beneath the bottle That called you mine You were what once Was inside My hearts beating cloud To represent them aloud You weren’t scared Were you sacred Were you lost in doubt Or were thoughts tried For fleeing blessed cries We all knew But I kept quiet As you spoke her Last remaining sighs *Where was your mind As I passed by your streaming sidelines Glancing few at the moments left As a clock counted down The remaining minutes of your depth Of field below my body, my fingertips Her thighs and smiles and swollen lips* Who was it you looked at, her or I? Who was it to bite the sweet Apple of your eye.
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Sep 4, 2011
Sep 4, 2011 at 9:02 PM UTC
When My Lover Loves Another
The two voices speaking Rapid faints Like the worker boys behind darkened scenes Lovers quiet We could hear you Gasping up for air Swiftly sounding in the sheets deep close in despair Why were you there Why could I fear The dying drums of living souls Beating down upon my ribs Feeling violence Seeking silence Among those fleeting So drowned and Why was I the sips so deep Beneath the bottle That called you mine You were what once Was inside My hearts beating cloud To represent them aloud You weren’t scared Were you sacred Were you lost in doubt Or were thoughts tried For fleeing blessed cries We all knew But I kept quiet As you spoke her Last remaining sighs *Where was your mind As I passed by your streaming sidelines Glancing few at the moments left As a clock counted down The remaining minutes of your depth Of field below my body, my fingertips Her thighs and smiles and swollen lips* Who was it you looked at, her or I? Who was it to bite the sweet Apple of your eye.
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Sep 4, 2011
Sep 4, 2011 at 9:02 PM UTC
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