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I am locked in the bend
of my lover-night's embrace;
my wings without
the starshine's caresses
are now drooping,
feathers mutely joining the dead
in their grave
dark like ink.
My spirit being tied upon
the twilight edge of sleep
and conscious
would not rejoin
the butterflies' dreams;
he is to stay here
to be weary and pained
walking in and out of oblivion's door.
I await the morn
whither I am the king of my soul.
I despise this night my lover
who rules my hands and flesh
robbing me of serenity.
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crystal face I kiss
tongue tastes like sweet cold rain
I fall into pond
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They Seeded The Clouds
