By beckon of midnight the stars fuse
Along the subtle twilight moon
A sharp, yet quite an adept muse
Struck while atop I sat a dune
Adrenaline scours my veins
A flux unlike any before
Soft as the nature of cinquains
Paradise forevermore
Prosperity oozes in masses
Euphoria profuse I sought
Despair swift she collapses
Austerely wounded left distraught
Passion, passion
Kiss every edge never been touched
Abstraction, abstraction
Swamp me within incessant lust
Feb 15, 2012
Feb 15, 2012 at 7:37 PM UTC
By beckon of midnight the stars fuse
Along the subtle twilight moon
A sharp, yet quite an adept muse
Struck while atop I sat a dune
Adrenaline scours my veins
A flux unlike any before
Soft as the nature of cinquains
Paradise forevermore
Prosperity oozes in masses
Euphoria profuse I sought
Despair swift she collapses
Austerely wounded left distraught
Passion, passion
Kiss every edge never been touched
Abstraction, abstraction
Swamp me within incessant lust
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