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We tend to reach for one another’s care
While by ourselves we grow recluse and cold.
We complement, though compliments are rare
And never do we let our hearts unfold.
My Dear Sweet Grace,
Mine Maiden Unfiltered and Unfair, I pray to see you one day soon. These little screens of divide do drain us of intimate moments and bolster such a power I haven’t the time nor prowess to hurdle.
(Love Lace #5)
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What is there say
When words fade away
And tomorrow looks darker
Than yesterday?
(Love LACE #4)
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I noticed her
as her walk dimmed the rest of the world.
Her aura or air or God gene
Pressed my sights onto her.
Your sleeves are filled with hearts from the past
and since they're so pure, your feelings do last.
Stitched to the bone, engraved in your mind
the skulls of old lovers still linger behind.