By jackryhme
Date: 29 November 2000
Another not to
how i long to hold thee till mornings light
then rip down these walls of spoken thought
ravage this language we hold so dear
strip away all conventional wisdom
to bare a heartfelt human soul
begin again from scratched start
grow with our own wisdom gained
learn together language dear
create our own spoken thoughts
then watch the eve of nights commence
smothered in each others arms
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