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"hurm" poems
threw your eyes y became human, y breath, and let go   anger and pain. starting to feel that i am not alone, that neruda understood, in his poem the queen. theres more bigger than you there are ther are prettier than you, there are there more little than you, there are but i named you mi queen, and no one sees, your walking threw the air, no one sees the red gold carpet that you walk on. the loved one, queen of mi empire of words, that no one knows only her, every photo, breaking our departed love, every smile in the distance was my excuse to carry, each day. and that she understand me. but the secret is now semi public, nights come with all the rush, even then y can and must be cool, loneliness is hard, the distance it is the pain, remorse not, only letting go is the chance, be the beast, be the lion, loving in secret, keeping the loved distance that allowed me to love in secret, even nigthmares are on your count, nights and pain, making poems out of life, and if not aloud me to do so, pain killer nights to forget that the light of mi eyes, is far away, and i need to touch someone, so no lover. but the need of your skin, the need of my eyes, to see the objective goddess that they love and desire, is like the need for her smile, her strawberry jam smile. its you, the lady that owns mi heart. cest bonn, touche. being folish, departed from the creeps in my brain, the need for that most wanted, is poorly tolerated, the fever is giant, and lonesome of love is the poem, but always alone,   after all, the beast must go on, in tree years or so, would y be free, after the lies and deicit, after the hurm, after all, the love is everywhere, and the friend is more loved then ever, and the rest of mi heart it suffers as always, and more this tree years, all the clues given in this, all the mugle talkers, respect is a need of the offenders, to feel something it all, all is clear, love hurts, the need is clearer then ever respect is and should be a rigth, human and animal. time is no longer their option, and the flux of words are stucked, in the eyes of the mate, holding a little piece of my heart, all is clear, and the need of pain is no longer my addiction, after all the pain, y grew up, and decide to love, and split myself, one too big, one too small, im a pig, that love them both, the mate and the love, all is clear in mi movi bubble, even the clear is clear now, about it all, the two pieces of my heart, le amour,ahh,  le ami adore, le belle chanson, la belle et la bette, je sui la bette, cest tout la belle bette cheri, mon petite bette adore. all is ´past, never take the blame for cowards, or say sorry for them, never say sorry, for the hurm, you never did, past is prologue, and love can save the day after all. je adore le pettite bette, ladrona de corazones.
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Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 3:22 AM UTC
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threw your eyes y became human, y breath, and let go   anger and pain. starting to feel that i am not alone, that neruda understood, in his poem the queen. theres more bigger than you there are ther are prettier than you, there are there more little than you, there are but i named you mi queen, and no one sees, your walking threw the air, no one sees the red gold carpet that you walk on. the loved one, queen of mi empire of words, that no one knows only her, every photo, breaking our departed love, every smile in the distance was my excuse to carry, each day. and that she understand me. but the secret is now semi public, nights come with all the rush, even then y can and must be cool, loneliness is hard, the distance it is the pain, remorse not, only letting go is the chance, be the beast, be the lion, loving in secret, keeping the loved distance that allowed me to love in secret, even nigthmares are on your count, nights and pain, making poems out of life, and if not aloud me to do so, pain killer nights to forget that the light of mi eyes, is far away, and i need to touch someone, so no lover. but the need of your skin, the need of my eyes, to see the objective goddess that they love and desire, is like the need for her smile, her strawberry jam smile. its you, the lady that owns mi heart. cest bonn, touche. being folish, departed from the creeps in my brain, the need for that most wanted, is poorly tolerated, the fever is giant, and lonesome of love is the poem, but always alone,   after all, the beast must go on, in tree years or so, would y be free, after the lies and deicit, after the hurm, after all, the love is everywhere, and the friend is more loved then ever, and the rest of mi heart it suffers as always, and more this tree years, all the clues given in this, all the mugle talkers, respect is a need of the offenders, to feel something it all, all is clear, love hurts, the need is clearer then ever respect is and should be a rigth, human and animal. time is no longer their option, and the flux of words are stucked, in the eyes of the mate, holding a little piece of my heart, all is clear, and the need of pain is no longer my addiction, after all the pain, y grew up, and decide to love, and split myself, one too big, one too small, im a pig, that love them both, the mate and the love, all is clear in mi movi bubble, even the clear is clear now, about it all, the two pieces of my heart, le amour,ahh,  le ami adore, le belle chanson, la belle et la bette, je sui la bette, cest tout la belle bette cheri, mon petite bette adore. all is ´past, never take the blame for cowards, or say sorry for them, never say sorry, for the hurm, you never did, past is prologue, and love can save the day after all. je adore le pettite bette, ladrona de corazones.
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