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life 

Our death does not crawl 

it chases mercilessly 

fountain of youth lied

posessions 

my fields, my mountains

mine mine mine  See all touch nothing

my souless kingdom 

lust 

taste won't quench desire 

heat stains loins like red cedar 

blood stains innocence 

Longing 

A rose kissed by dew 

Unless living in love's eyes 

no life has meaning 

Pinnacle 

to be the best rose 

one must smooth the thorns,stand tall 

bloom and block the sun 

demented 

Dark lips and eyes shine 

dark thoughts meld with needs afire

ever in death held.