1.
trudge from here, please
you manipulated me these gone days
With your void stare
		smooth coolness
		languid whisper
take my picture, for
I have shot through
I am leaving
I will alight from your black sky
	and sing my own soaring symphony


2.
a thousand delicate winds
play music in the sky
and I, like some drunk girl.
am delirious on, in, over, about
	you in my arms.
together, with your luscious whisper
I dream of chocolate gardens
a soaring picture of eternity
and I, swimming in love, in
	spring, winter, summer and fall
sleep easy, a part of you

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