gift you choose me same you don’t
serving only Great Unknown
opportunity provider proven pastime
rusted open door for allies
escape choice quickest sand
heart and soul drowning plan
no longer pushing against Will
when mission changes flow fulfilled
lessons learned can’t be shared
beauty shown cherished here
time so different tribe of one
duty witness what is done
lonely burden may yet pass
owning freedom from our past
journey long so many steps
Love is All Truth a Friend.
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boy with stained face
just go away
your postcard poems and songs
disturb every day
enough now fella
pick from hints
love's not wanted here
catch my drift
having choice of all the bros
you just don't cut it
lose fantasy world
reality found in obvious
don't make this message
a cryptic tease
please stop calling me
sweet Louise.
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Stained face serving Grace
forever flux freewill pace
impatient last place
starved intimacy taste
Temperance present fate
painful doesn't fake
crys for heaven sake
how long lonely wait
Oh boy I see
helpless facing mystery
grateful rarely angry
horny mourning each day
Persistence middle name
carved in wrinkles with rain
loving lunatic way
stop avoid me not songs, okay.
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won’t somebody be mine
honeymoon valentine
required layover trauma time
scars healed show self battle lines
how the hell say why
hot fire killed between thighs
damn shame moping around
rusty ring fingers bored and bound
come on lovers ignite
finest reason appreciate life
give full heart opened wide
to compatible soul aligned
I admit honey mission often rough
bruises linger past bouts with duds
we discover who truly lifts kite
only through failure crash-flights.
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fear of love is strong with some
not me I’m broken open waiting hung
spinning wheels fortune mind
shifting future all the time
days are long split in two
living lonely preparing for you
cold ice wall built between us
feeling cracks in fortress mistress
enough it’s rough without your beauty
brilliant mind perfect breasts rarest booty
brave to starve two wild animals
best expect no rest from man handle
this no boast just fair warning
hunger grows from hard fought longing
so testing flame’s duration it seems
yes my fire still burns hot silly.
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