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"Eleven At Sunset"
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eBook (Draft) She should have laid her
Senses down by the moonlit field
It didn't have to come to this
I embraced her sweetly, set her free
Clay faces framed insincere sighs in ten by tens
Stoned lips flaked from gossip’s high web
And innuendos clearly
Intended to amuse
Little minds
Without suspect she remained
As I caressed her hair
Watching it flow faintly
Around about a familiar
Paradox in all of existence
Want and when?
Where do I follow?
In makes out
Looks so good
To the autumn nakedness
We fake more and more
With our ignorance
One glass stare, half empty
In my subtle thirst
I drank sweet wine, lavender petal pressed
Essence of what would satisfy my tears
Cast valleys
Into rains of bondage
Wiping away your tears
With mine
Freedom which we all sold
For a better shade consequence
That time forgot to tell
At ten to ten
My friend
My own
We can pretend
We can't
All mirrored, lost in dressed up splinters
Pictures never taken place
Spectrum liars vindicated by evident notions
Colors too bored, in a belief beyond desire’s end
Silver shots, an ounce drank to runaway
A mile to come inside
An eternity with a weathered heart
Lithium incense brims
Drank too much tonight my love
Sipped bitter vapor scented potions spent
Perhaps a lot
I did
The closer I sit
The less you expect
The more I give
The less you get
Clouded shutters, shade shy eyes
Opal pearls, treasures cherished
Eleven at sunset came
The 11th hour
Her tearful jesters danced
Too tired
Run the race
Crossed to sleep off
Her hurtful companions
Rusted critical crowns
Brows bent by blindness
Two days
And another
In illusion
In silent passion
Now saves us both
