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Juliann Nov 2020
Sunday soul,
You took my hand,
And twirled me ‘round the lounge
I shut my eyes,
And off we went;
to the place that’s only ours

Sunday soul,
You laid me down,
And I took in your vista
I melted down,
And breathed in;
Your mystery, Enigma

Sunday soul,
We travel back,
What untethered frisson!
Hard to fathom,
Such a moment,
Took place in our kitchen (!)
Blake Nov 2018
Years have strayed my sensation,
My flame of contentment flickering away,
Fading
As my days and nights are spent,
searching for some longing intensity.

Why cant satisfaction caress me anymore?
Cheap wine and neon lights become my serenity,
Shading the truth that I've completely
Fallen.

Who am I right now?
My body is lethally sinful,
Deceiving my whole world,
That I'm still here
Remaining.

I've been to a manifold of mosh pits,
But I never really left my first,
I lost myself in a mosh pit


I can't return.
Online Definition: Moshing or slamdancing is a style of dance in which participants push or slam into each other, typically performed in "aggressive" live music. Moshing usually happens in the center of the crowd, generally closer to the stage, in an area called the "pit". It is intended to be energetic and full of body contact.
I have lost my way again,
my mind will go astray
and then,
there's nothing I can say again,
to make you want to stay
but when,
I relive this day,
right then.
I'll never be the same to them.
And slowly lose my Babe again.
But every single way I've been,
I've never had a better friend.
You are the best I'll ever find,
defined only,
as simply sublime.
I love you just so god ****** much,
that I **** myself up
with sadness and such.

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