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*wild thunder She lies before me cradle-bound You are of my blood not mine but my sisters child. I watch your sweet mouth form milk soured smiles as you move. I have dreamt of love but only the love of women not of this innocence how could such innocence, such pure beauty, be born into this mad world. with its plots of violence and subplots of anguish? the ice cold air in front of the midsummer storm. is pouring into the room. the lace curtains billow like spinnakers on a sailboat. the fragile material trying to protect you. from the captured ferocity o f the storm what awaits you as the clock ticks and years roll by what joys and sweetness will you be holding in your hands what heartbeaks and bruises will score your soul the thunder blows apart the storm clouds allowing its deluge to fall leaving me protective of your sweetness for unknown reasons I want to leave you a legacy hard earned and marked with my own blood. I wish for you to remember me read my story and understand me and not to leave incomplete those things that I left undone.*
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Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 11:37 AM UTC
Wild Thunder
*wild thunder She lies before me cradle-bound You are of my blood not mine but my sisters child. I watch your sweet mouth form milk soured smiles as you move. I have dreamt of love but only the love of women not of this innocence how could such innocence, such pure beauty, be born into this mad world. with its plots of violence and subplots of anguish? the ice cold air in front of the midsummer storm. is pouring into the room. the lace curtains billow like spinnakers on a sailboat. the fragile material trying to protect you. from the captured ferocity o f the storm what awaits you as the clock ticks and years roll by what joys and sweetness will you be holding in your hands what heartbeaks and bruises will score your soul the thunder blows apart the storm clouds allowing its deluge to fall leaving me protective of your sweetness for unknown reasons I want to leave you a legacy hard earned and marked with my own blood. I wish for you to remember me read my story and understand me and not to leave incomplete those things that I left undone.*
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jude-kyrie
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 11:37 AM UTC
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