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Monday, July 4, 2011

SUSPENDED IMPULSE

Unquestion my thoughts,

For i speak of mysteries

Known to souls whose

Breath warms rain.



Thoughts walking miles,

Like nights whose moons

Dance away in the blink of dawn



In times pale

My skin aches for your skin



Dreams kissing the tongue of I heart

Your bosom forever I hold

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