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The wind wears your body;
I open the curtains of your being,
My touch wears your skin,
The spectre of your silhouette
Is a ghost of my desire:

We tear the night apart.
 Mar 2016 Tommy Jackson
Pixievic
Arouse me from this winter slumber
For I've been too long in this wasteland

I yearn to frolic in feathered meadows
with childish glee
Eden calling me to her garden
Intertwine your roots with mine
Bury seeds deep in my flowerbed
**** the nectar from my petals
Your rising sap mixing with the
Quiet lapping of my Spring flood
Chain your daisy to my buttercup
Sit quietly by my babbling brook
Swimming in the sunshine of my gaze
Accompanied by nothing
But a gentle fluttering of butterfly wings
And the sound of a serene awakening


In an afternoon of
Spring delight


(C) Pixievic
Still getting lost in fantasy!!
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 Mar 2016 Tommy Jackson
Ja
If
          You are always sorry
When
          You think back

And
          You only worry
When
          You think ahead

Then
          You will only find
Your
          Peace of mind

After
          You are dead
WIZDUMBs BY JA 414
 Mar 2016 Tommy Jackson
GaryFairy
no stone is colder
than a stone that's left unturned
afraid if we flip it over
we might just get burned

when there is no closure
the heart is only left to yearn
the pain never grows older
but becomes our main concern
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