Lips as red as roses
Roses soft as silk
Silk as fine as wine
Wine made from grape
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Soon i'll be walking in the strange moonlight
With the moon round full
The stars shinning bright
At night you'll hear the wolf cry out
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For when is it that humanity will
Be turned inside-out
For its contents to be revealed
People kill others for reasons unknown
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Poems, the things of folk lore and fantasies
Not always meant to be a simile
For words from heart are not always spoken
The heart's true love is token
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A friend or foe
Which could you be
Always watch the enemy
A friend near by
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A pencil, a pen
A paper, a canvas
A work of art
Thats made to inspire
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Sometimes it's numb
Nothing really seems to be real
All that is known is known
Is that I'm here or there just
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Sitting there
By your side
Here its only us two
No one can tell us what to do
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Mind consuming
Is what it is
To figure out what to
Write
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She sleeps inside her wooden bed
The outside just as cold as she
No movement, no sound of breath will leave
Body stiff and rigid
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