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So I pray Love...
The truth is:
As I grow old
and my hair changes shape,
I will remember how we sat on tulips
at that strange dance,
where a vulgar spirit could not feel
the words we spoke of childhood and our dark times.
You may remember when I had a different face,
the serpents' shadow,
a picture I code
that raises up the morning.
When I go off by myself sometimes
and think of you; a prayer of wild stories for others.
I also think of how I have been in many lands
and never could find a way to halt death.
So come into my soul,
caress what is truly old.
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| When her glowing eyes turn, Come into this circle of meat. Where they have all disappeared. You show yourself and then another, gently moving the third eye a subtle spirit strikes. Wave no more. We as a people just grunt and wave no more. Let us become new. This snake is dangerous and dying. Shedding is needed, no more of this crying. |
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| Love has touched the lark as red shadow on a lucky day. He sees what I am Brightness of fire, looking for miracles and a good laugh. Never Lost. |
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