Ace Of Black Hearts Poems

Focus now.
looking out the window.
Close you eyes.
Bring down the blacken skies.
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Do we play in the rain?
Do we sit quietly on beautiful day?
Do we is speaking as if your speak for somebody other then yourself.
Oh dear there is an imaginary elf here with me too.
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I remember you.
Deep even from the cold dark blue.
A splash across your face.
And they say wake up.
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In league all your own.
As the words drip from the tongue.
An elaborate entanglement between the minds most inner thoughts.
A shot in dark, yet it still is precisely where you want it.
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Quiet please, the ghost is about to speak.
Oh dear me, what is she going to say.
From a eclipsed love hiding right behind the moon.
It wants to be right in the open.
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Indeed it is traveling among us.
Hidden among the shadows till the time is ripe.
With an almost anecdotal pun.
Catch me if you can, if you wrought that third and fourth dimension.
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Feeding on this desperation.
Morbid are the contemplation.
Each waking hour it only get worse.
Walking amongst the truly cursed.
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A misguided sense of therapy.
Voices that keep rambling on and on.
Roll the bowling ball as many times as you want.
And watch the pins to continue to come back up.
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