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Lifeless body , without spirit Nothing in mind , maybe an empty room Something in hand , the muscle don't feel any release Slips up when the neck curves A weightlessness occurs when a perfect face , ground Down and out , a way around ? Her spirit is now to create life To give happiness only to a deserver Anyone , who could that be , but me Stratosphere , protector by self Barrier , eyes are stars to light up dark skies Turns to a light An ominous glow , so far But so bright , nothing like the knight But a warrior of happiness Raye falling to earth A heavenly experience To everyone , but to herself A guardian of our own mental health What you see , eyes for me Its all in-between The non-belief But to her demise The diminished material to create her voice Consumers of words And the ideal of what I should be But I said what I heard No one could see , beauty was for me To give , but no one would receive The message hidden beneath To catch your wondering eyes And a magical feeling to hold you The looking you do Do not hold me too Forget the inspiring lies And the truth to **** lust Was not trust On another note To hit the next You need a love it .
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Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 5:51 PM UTC
Angel in disquise .
Lifeless body , without spirit Nothing in mind , maybe an empty room Something in hand , the muscle don't feel any release Slips up when the neck curves A weightlessness occurs when a perfect face , ground Down and out , a way around ? Her spirit is now to create life To give happiness only to a deserver Anyone , who could that be , but me Stratosphere , protector by self Barrier , eyes are stars to light up dark skies Turns to a light An ominous glow , so far But so bright , nothing like the knight But a warrior of happiness Raye falling to earth A heavenly experience To everyone , but to herself A guardian of our own mental health What you see , eyes for me Its all in-between The non-belief But to her demise The diminished material to create her voice Consumers of words And the ideal of what I should be But I said what I heard No one could see , beauty was for me To give , but no one would receive The message hidden beneath To catch your wondering eyes And a magical feeling to hold you The looking you do Do not hold me too Forget the inspiring lies And the truth to **** lust Was not trust On another note To hit the next You need a love it .
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Moroccan
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 5:51 PM UTC
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