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Thursday, May 16, 2013

Consume (I)


I don't want to leave her there in the disrepair I'm in
Heartbeats are cold and the trees are blowing sacred 
Pages of profound love in endless oceans 
Take me away from here... from this body, from this prison 
Light the way of all signs or just show me one reflected 
Point me in the direction that's closer... lead it far.
Anyway that's open to something else. I am nowhere now. 

To glow in memories of youth 
Before life's restraints.

Passion consumes you, and takes so much from you, 
That you can’t make it out alive.






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