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still life, with peeled shell.
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Wilting Blossoms. late night moments, are of delicate hour,
calculated smoothly, err to caution
quiet inner tranquility abruptly stirred,
nestled against a comforting, riotless passion
the noises you make, ignite me
against the silence of lovemaking,
there is no more to tell
beneath the mourning wake,
eyes are warm and damp
just like a summers rain
nostalgia cradles the heart to a surface
to remove it's masquerade,
a darkness greets the moments fade
with raised eyebrows,
i'm all the intrigue,
blessed be.
