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By Marshall R. M. Hann Submitted by Blessed23 Date: 2015 Nov 25 Comment on this Work [[2015.11.25.05.41.9491]] |
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Love is a fight. A struggle against the impossible. I've got my sword ready, reverberation of resilience. I'll not be fooled by your elasticity; I'll have you sink into me yet, permanence, sweet memory of silk-skin and open legs, I'm a mess and you're a mess, we'll make our minds meld, we'll make our miracles numb, I'll find a way to get out of . Sweet child of white, of blinding white light, Sundry temptation disguising beauty, and then in slow motion, Silence. |