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Respond to me Leaving single lines of poetry A letter or a parable Give me strength With a single look Of your eyes Driving me Back to the wind Without a wave goodbye I want to send you a line or two Maybe one or two But you are so far away At a strange adress Living a life I have not seen I am in love with you Innocent and pure One or two lines Condensing Forming Until crafted word Contains blood and bone I am these words as much as they are me I do not claim to be the strongest or the most important, but I would treat you like a gift from fate I will carry the weight of your lonliness until you fall fast asleep. Holding your hand until my final night is come.
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Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 10:54 PM UTC
Do Not Read My letter
Respond to me Leaving single lines of poetry A letter or a parable Give me strength With a single look Of your eyes Driving me Back to the wind Without a wave goodbye I want to send you a line or two Maybe one or two But you are so far away At a strange adress Living a life I have not seen I am in love with you Innocent and pure One or two lines Condensing Forming Until crafted word Contains blood and bone I am these words as much as they are me I do not claim to be the strongest or the most important, but I would treat you like a gift from fate I will carry the weight of your lonliness until you fall fast asleep. Holding your hand until my final night is come.
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Equatorial Guinean
Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 10:54 PM UTC
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