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my truthless bliss |
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ronald might Junior Member
since 2008-06-05
Posts 19 |
I look to the sky and wonder, oh what a great height. if only a jump if but only a leap. the scent of your hair the colours of your eye your porcelain skin and your soft lips memory has a trick like magicians who seem to show truth i'll be the audience awaiting for the poof yet the scent lingered the colours remained pure and touch and memory true as the sun i once said true as the sun it happened tears that quenches this fire tears the fallowed my desire there must a magician an ebullient prick only to trick and lie my lonely passion hang him my poor magician why still the scent, the colours. only to feed my senses with desire my truthless bliss with a jump and a great leap i look to the sky and wondered what a great height my lord my lord i wondered. this is the same one as my previous post..just thought i had a change to the title.. again..please ...any comments. |
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