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Never saw her my whole life
When I did I wished I hadn't.
That purple beauty with eyelined eyes
So tenderly looked on my own and caressed.
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You were sitting on your favorite chair
Holding your sin of the day
Reflecting with such a stare
That seemed crying for help
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Talking talk of no use.
Talk, pause and breathe,
Then, start looking for an excuse.
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Let me tell you a secret
One that we like to keep it
the secret of adoring secrets
let them talk about it and dream it
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They asked me “why you are so bright,
Glistening romantically amidst the gloom? ”
For I was indeed bright
And I was the moon.
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Cheerful laughs once bloomed.
They were shed by the streaming anguish
That drowned the bed in a dark room,
And the leaking chinks were sadly selfish.
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Purple Mine

Never saw her my whole life
When I did I wished I hadn't.
That purple beauty with eyelined eyes
So tenderly looked on my own and caressed.
Like magic, those glasses and British tongue of thy
Shoo away my crows of sorrow that set.
Like we were sisters since the beaming of light
For, I am to her free willingly fastened.

On her birthday, she is to fly
Among her family, from happiness and content.
My Aquarius mate, to whom I'm too much alike,
And what an honored clone I'm gladly to admit.

Never could stop drinking from your poured delight
That cultivates my mind and puts out my thirst
If I could be that barrel in those hands, with blithe,
I'd be much more obliged and blessed.

Your hurried visits are like the tide’s,
As he recedes to his huge pit,
Chased to the door, he backwards glides,
Leaving the sands by their tears wet.

Happy-go-lucky, childish princess of mine
And never let a sigh out or regret.
Miracles do happen from time to time
And what a precious one that we met.

My compliments to the glorious mother, of this purple mine
To whom all gratitude is a merit.

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