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Marasme

What can I tell him to ease his pain, his joys
arise only evil behind it, watching the
The bitterness, never ceases to pretend,
On his way to the horizon that she could not reach.

In this tunnel with no end it fades and wears out,
Each step, a little more underground, Stalled,
Just think it escape its chains, a destination
the most demanding 'afflicted and takes

So she wandered without any destination,
And even when she had lacked the capital,
From past malaria, as it would get out, steal a piece
time to time out to light.

Ah one day she would see
To grow wings,
Aboard a shooting star to tour,
one galaxy of dreams made real.

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What can I tell her to calm her sentence, she pursues her dreams
breathlessly,
Only madness can be issued, on his lips
bud, finally, the palatability ,
For the coveted object of his desires buried
sap RECOULES And where once it dries.


Insurrection dream nudged
The nothingness of his heart,
Sous d'autres formes, reprendra,
Le cycle -délicieusement infernal- de l'amour..

Et de la douleur...

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Honey is horny tonight,
holds it right,

says he misses me,
keeps on kissing me,
whispers in my ear
things I long to hear,

kinky words unsaid,
then rolls me on his bed...

Honey is hot tonight,
the mood is right,
water oozes from a mouth,
as he moves straight to the south,
once there, finds me open and wet,
wilder than I could ever get...

Honey is hard tonight,
orders to hold it tight,

once it gets within,
I get into a spin,

it doesn't have to shove,
it  slips just like a glove,
oh...

Past the moment we become one,
never ever think it's done,

not yet time to stop,
lay down, again,
I'll set it up...

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The forgotten dream

Forgotten, as if you've never been.
Like a bird with broken wings, forgotten.
Like a deserted temple.
Like a passing love.
Like a weeping rose in the darkness of the night, forgotten...

And now, as you wake up,
you remember the swan lake you saw in your dream.
Did you see that swan dancing?
Did you hear it scream?
Did you see it spread its wings?
Did you believe for just one second it could fly?
Did you only notice the curse that is stuck behind?..

So you think you saw a phoenix..
Did it call your name from above?
You think you saw the dawn..
Did it rise between the fingers of the one you love?
Did you touch the dream with your own two hands?
Or did you just let the dream dream on its own...
Did you just let the dream dream alone?
The dream dreams alone.. alone it stands...

That's not the way dreamers act.
Dreamers keep on living in their dreams; that's a fact.
Tell me how you were living in your dream;
I'll tell you who you are..
How would you react?

Now that you're awake,
you recall and wonder...
Did you believe that dreamt emotions are fake?
Did you forget the life you lived in your slumber?
Do you miss the dream that you forsake?
If you do, then just close your eyes and remember
that, once upon a dream, there was a swan lake...

I'm on my way following someone.
Drawing my dreams with the words he scatters on my story.
He's lighting the way to the next dream giver that will come.
And the story is going on.
The story never ends.
The dream is never done.
A trace of you remains. Like
finger prints were draft of a poem left undone.

're forgotten as if you've never Been a haunting presence
betweeen the Lines. Forgotten
, if you've never cam. Forgotten
as if you've never gone ...