If I was asked what hurt the most,
I would say time has measured the dose,
Cause time and again the deed is done,
A piece of me dead and gone..
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A mysteries so unsolved,
Words so silent I cannot dissolve.
Revealed only by the sweet taste of wine,
Fading away like the passing of time..
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In the shades of darkness a light is found,
And one embedded in it abound,
Accursed and banished to distance skies,
A hallow where nothing survives..
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From the onset their fates were sealed,
Through love and lust their demise concealed,
Upon her head a veil is spun,
Which fortified her visage from the sun.
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I let wonder on yonder Street,
In search of that between existence,
A source, a clear picture yet unknown,
A substantial but without form.
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Words they say are weapons of war,
Mine fails as the day doth draw,
The hour the brave's are written on rocks,
I cower and duck and sat on my cock..
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On and on the spiders weave
Spinning each thread in fabulous sway
Each weave different from another
Each weave a blessing and curse.
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The memories, a blissful pain,
The hurt, a heavy disdain,
A day, like thousand years,
Feels like I'm stuck on you.
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Dark tales were told of old,
Of two brothers of same household,
One of art, the other of steel,
Pillars that would not be brought to heel..
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Let the light blossom from underneath that skin,
It's fabric antique as treasure buried beneath the earth,
Moulded by time and creator of art,
An aesthetic to the very fabric of my heart..
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