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Here again I sit alone, wondering... Why there must not be always, love... Again, forlorn, my heart doth weep... My purpose wane, my faith come weak... Future, past, present are but not what I have been... Self; illusionary... But, for to whome I tell not when... The line, the wax; coordination.... My falseness bare not witness to thy lovely... Eye of the storm is not; but hurricane eyes, not, too much, mine heart... Be the still, the ne'er loved... Forlorn, my purpose wane... To ne'er I go, thine heart not slain... Carry thine love with thee, under pillow safeguarded... Mule's day, play's night... To see the lovely, wonderful... Storm-less skies, wonderous eyes, after all..
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Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 1:45 AM UTC
Hurricane Eyes
Here again I sit alone, wondering... Why there must not be always, love... Again, forlorn, my heart doth weep... My purpose wane, my faith come weak... Future, past, present are but not what I have been... Self; illusionary... But, for to whome I tell not when... The line, the wax; coordination.... My falseness bare not witness to thy lovely... Eye of the storm is not; but hurricane eyes, not, too much, mine heart... Be the still, the ne'er loved... Forlorn, my purpose wane... To ne'er I go, thine heart not slain... Carry thine love with thee, under pillow safeguarded... Mule's day, play's night... To see the lovely, wonderful... Storm-less skies, wonderous eyes, after all..
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Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 1:45 AM UTC
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