Xavier Larracuente Poems

It creeps at me again,
as if it was an old friend,
it knows exactly what I fear,
and tells me that it's no use,
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All that I have to describe how I feel,
Thoughts that stay in my head,
Too timid to say how I feel,
So my chances drift away,
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Black clouds are sometimes the best,
Hiding the tragedies that exist,
That pain may not be seen in light,
That the loving may remain ignorant,
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Where are you fair mistress?
Guider through valleys of death,
Shining light to my day.
Why have I lost you?
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A warm hurricane greets me,
It's winds lack all trace of subtlety,
Smells I cant name assault my senses,
Breaching all of my defenses,
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The sword and mask are not often associated,
But 'tis the mask that lets man wield his sword, and the sword that coaxes the man not to take off the mask,
Similar to Damocles' the sword soon weighs above the mans head,
'Move wrong and I'll fall it says',
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