Dreams of a thousand
times, burn inside, tormenting
thee……
Quickening sand
waves of a hidden future
merciless too, see!
Crafting a life
crimson lov
double edged knife..
Whispering lov
soft, felt, droplets
quietly above…
Dreams a thousand
times…
Spoken throughout,
thee dying hand….
Oh so bittersweet.
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Well, you think better of it than i do!
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