Alec Seabee

I've planted my roots
a thousand routes into the soil
a thousand eons of toil
that felt like a breeze
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the burning light in me
by the son of night
without symmetry means a hundred years of misery
souls travel eons when flesh and bone decay
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love is a word
emotions reverb
voice of passion
giving life
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feathers sprung from shoulder blades
wings so white they make no shades
nor shadows on the ground below
she looks so bright
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it's a miracle to fall in love
with nothing and with everything
feeling inside
hard to speak of
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home is behind
my place ahead
you lit a soul once extinguished
a love I've waited for eons
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opening your lustful mind
craving the things I find
touch of the sexual kind
skin on skin
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