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"The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world." -Edgar Allan Poe I contemplated murder Suicide ..... endless grief .... I took it there As I sat in the silhouette of my agony In the dark corner of Pain I wished and hoped for so many bad things Even when I knew I probably would not see your heart again I never thought I'd see the day Better to have lost in love they say They say And ... They say But do they know Do they know? .... What died inside me perpetuated to the surface quicker than a dolphin leaping for a snack In the end, you were the murderer, you committed suicide You had to Bc your love was my oxygen When you held your breath ................................ Why should I have to deal with this poetically walked away Didn't even look back Fell off track Fade to black The baritone beating of your words banging against my chest Bass drum One shot to my heart Didn't even pierce my skin Went straight to the cor...

...... I bit the inside of my cheek biting her cheeks, reversed bodies pleasuring each other slowly... Maxwell trials, in AND out, bad habits playing in the background.. We fade to black as were tongue tied, eyes closed.. Saliva treaties make our toes curl In between these sign sheets, tyrese knows I love a Pisces ..Trust, this lion can swim.. That freak grin you give as I hold my game, fame within.. Let's play together .. Birds of a feather Flocking, mocking each others eyes with no surprise or reprise from this beating drum.. Cusp love.. the music sat on our souls as our spirits danced with each moan Trampling our hearts like children playing hopscotch on concrete.... .......Titty hugs.. Ass mugs.. Shrug* Let my fingers find my way to your oceans school.. Your fluids become my potion, your screams are my devotion, your tears from orgasmic pleasure is my notion Motives give way to frequent strays, strokes of my nails ... and I grip you tighter, take you higher.... Could we ...

To love without role, without power plays, is revolution. ~Rita Mae Brown Reparation of spirit ; in effect Dissecting the minds to find a golden ticket to ; Heartist's Here I stand for the part A Revolution that will be televised Word of mouf talking to ; the despised Have you ever been so low, you felt higher than.... Have you ever been so fed up, that you smiled and... Beginning of change As to when to rearrange the pain A new name A sweet fruit waiting to be bitten into Loves mercy has no curfew Hates branch has no fresh food So either you arrive for Revolution or be poisoned by the devils doing I can feel it blooming, brewing Merciful.  B oundaries I've set forth Ancient affirmations pointing north ; higher I confess, my art be ; our loves lie Lost dreams I saw your truth through my demise ; paintings Miracles made dreams that planned schemes The monster inside of you killed the angel inside of me and left the pieces on the mural of our memories. Right where Evely...