Just like the dawn before light's gleam
dreams wake empty split at the seams,
Will this morn bring a brighter day
somehow light where darkness plays?
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Tell me, is love ever worth faking
to keep a heart from breaking?
Will endless denial build a bridge to you,
or lead astray and run us through?
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Watch the blades of grass move slight
as You weave through each with ease,
Ever-unblinking upon your quest
possessing with mere squeeze.
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Far off grasping onto nothing
like liquid, hands glide right through.
Inner whisping, inside something
grabs hold till I turn blue.
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Into each daffodill
a sun is burning bright.
The tempid orchid scents the air
of the coming night.
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All snowy boughs
arch their way through,
Bending ever-pleading
as often bowers do.
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Seeing a sunrise that never sets
feeling your pulse which never rests.
Sensing you are running cold
for every card I play you fold.
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Plucking every petal back
until the breaking point,
Subtle inuendos fly
within I will anoint.
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How fast we fade to black or white
no go-betweens to soften smite,
All hell-bent to beckon call
upon the line wills to the wall.
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As the sun slips behind black eyes
the night stirs at dream's edge,
Pooling for attention, facing pain
barbed and ready to break.
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