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I wish to be held in the fluttering midst of your lashes. To dream and lie in soft gardens of green and dismissal. I wish to be sunk deep through the enclosing of your gashes. A stream drank dry, with decayed skeletons of sweet thistle. I dare not divulge How I loathe, How I want. I dare not indulge In my breath, Nor my heart. I wish to be drunk! How the merlot might rain onto my earth! To fit and cry! The tortured soil in pleasure and respite. Oh, I am compelled, To curse all monickers shared unto worth! Now dreams must die! Drowned amongst wretched ripples of moonlight! I will not become Who I loathe, Who I want. I will abstain from My own breath, My own heart.
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
A Wish To Dream.
I wish to be held in the fluttering midst of your lashes. To dream and lie in soft gardens of green and dismissal. I wish to be sunk deep through the enclosing of your gashes. A stream drank dry, with decayed skeletons of sweet thistle. I dare not divulge How I loathe, How I want. I dare not indulge In my breath, Nor my heart. I wish to be drunk! How the merlot might rain onto my earth! To fit and cry! The tortured soil in pleasure and respite. Oh, I am compelled, To curse all monickers shared unto worth! Now dreams must die! Drowned amongst wretched ripples of moonlight! I will not become Who I loathe, Who I want. I will abstain from My own breath, My own heart.
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
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