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It’s out of sense just reckoning
in months my faithfulness,
Or painting with your colours
This whole time. Should I guess
I’ve always loved you since that day
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My song of magic’s not an ancient charm
Sealing both awful ghost and friendly sprite
It has no power and it does no harm
It shows my face short-handed – plain and white.
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"I miss the other you - who hid
his noon through reeds of blood,
who rode his youthfulness to lead
his lips along the wood
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It turned the lights off
waving the cloth
on his face
as the snow was falling down
quietly at night
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This afternoon your face is still, before me,
you neither pull me nor you push me back,
I can’t realize the comet’s already gone,
and she couldn’t call my name, when my eyes were low,
she was far, but she’s passed for me all the same.
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I know why your face looks like white clay
moulded by blind fingers
and, like an ashamed blind man,
you wink smiling to the world.
I know why you weigh your words carefully
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I’ve pictured you as the proof
the world revolves the way I like:
such a false evidence, hello sweet false evidence,
you should seal my eyes and hold me tight
to shelter me from the truth
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Was? Meine Liebe?
Yes.
But I have to call this
Some other way.
I take it to the sky,
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I’ll eat your heart out with my chocolate desire.
The temptation is too marshmallow to resist.
If you cram your graham into my mouth,
I’ll always want smores.
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The time spent in the silence of a heartbeat
reminds me of the pain I once felt for myself
at the rejection from a girl.
The hours spent feeling regret for the things
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Bellas
Doncellas
Musicales.
Bailan
El clásico ballet
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a sledgehammer to the achilles.
how much longer
can we endure—routine a serial killer
of epiphany, punching time-clocks,
this breath for a pittance—i am losing it,
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