jiks torres

I was sailing along a dead stream
misled and trapped in the midst of nowhere.
I have searched a thousand nooks
and ranged in different spots.
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We need not implore the out speaking world of love
for you and I run blissfully in the loud silence of our splendid secret.
That in this mystique prohibitions,
my heart is in glee that with you i defy the potent enemy of our story.
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i glint to the distorted picture of my heart;

vulnerable to the invasion of love
...

Across the ordinary to the mystique beauty
Between right and fault
Beneath the physique
And through the changing hour...
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Thou swayed me with sweet cradle
like the leaves that dances with the wind
Thou made me completely dismantled
to different sort of worlds and in between
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Buses and cycles and jeepneys
and trains and private cars but never skates
Giggling guts and water drops on rustic things
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Oh wide-mouth silver spoon of gladness
You are the faultless mixture
Of sugariness and a modest bite
Drawn from all your spice
...