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Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun

~The Little Death~

When the night goes down
lighting stars around,
And the moonlight glows
our drifting shadows flow.

Amidst the clearing wide
lost in midnight's sigh,
Feeling as it grows
the rush we've come to know.

Two still makes us one
love made won't come undone,
Will you take me there...
no feeling can compare.

(version 2 below)

When the light of night dims down
igniting fires within abound,

Casting moonlight towers glow
drifting out our shadows flow.

Amidst the clearing far and wide
lost in midnight's summer-sigh,

Feel lusts flower bloom within
the rush of us has reached its end...

Two can only equal one,
love for not, has come undone. (still working on this)

Submitted: Sunday, December 16, 2007
Edited: Thursday, February 02, 2012

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