As I write,
the twinges ebb.
My wrung ticker,
Wallowing about.

‘Fraid ‘bout
The senses mine.
Sanity,
A heartless swine.

I write again,
To dream again.
Tickers wishes,
Twinges & all.

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If only you would read,
These lines I dream...

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His aching cries,
In my heart I could hear.
His single touch,
In my soul I could feel.
This blood of mine,
Renders me flushed.
As I hold him close,
My heart spoke to his.
Our souls knew,
Our connection past lives.
An opportunity for me,
To grow him as mine in this life.

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I write till my fingers forget,
How your skin felt against my touch.
And I will dance till my legs forget,
It's path towards you.
And yet I sans could check,
My heart to travel those lucid dreams.
Life's given me another chance,
And let me try to not cross again.

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All this while,
Yet hope I have.
How you ask?
It was a broken heart,
But closer to love.
Broke for happiness,
Broke for peace,
One step of a broken heart,
To be close,
To Eternity.

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In her kiss,
I tasted revolution.
Of birth and life,
Till death it lasts.

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A vision,
Dictated.
To Dig this trench,
To scour.
This memoir,
Of ill,
A face,
Relived.

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Let me ink,
All the words,
My drunk heart,
Made my sober soul speak.

Am Just too scared,
To like and be addicted,
To the way it would,
Hurt all of me.

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I went to war,
With all of me,
For you to leave,
Someone I hardly knew.

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With her,
I never fell.
I rose,
To the love,
Expected.

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