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February 1, 2012 at 11:30 AM

When all is quiet and the poetry comes to me.I see you standing there with that infamous grinThe darkness that lurks deep within your gaze.My imagination soars as I weave in and out ofyour essences, letting it consume me as fingersbegin to touch. Sensations building. Strokes hinging.Shimmers of tears at eyelids tips as I see my reflectionin your eyes. Releasing cries as tears fall in joy and painsoaring into freedom. .MB.

When all is quiet and the poetry comes to me.
I see you standing there with that infamous grin
The darkness that lurks deep within your gaze.
My imagination soars as I weave in and out of
your essences, letting it consume me as fingers
begin to touch. Sensations building. Strokes hinging.
Shimmers of tears at eyelids tips as I see my reflection
in your eyes. Releasing cries as tears fall in joy and pain
soaring into freedom.

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