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Article Communautés Concours Essai Multimédia Personnelles Poèmes Presse Prose _QUOTE Scénario Spécial | ||||||
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Oh, how your deepest blue
Reflects the loudness Of the primal waters! Oh, how the golden rays Of restless stars Trapped in your crown Carry within them Tales of distant galaxies! Oh, how the cracks And canyons Carved in your skin Ooze lifetime sentences Of monstrous burdens! Let me rest my being For a while, beloved, Next to yours. Let me slide my senses For a second, darling, On the rhythm of Your hearts song. Let me rip this moment, Kindred spirit, From pasts hunger And cast it into A prayer for eternity.
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