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Send me to my grave,
my keeper weeps upon my cold feet, for a reaper has taken her slave, when married men misbehave, naive are we to understand the full plan given, and out as flickering candles go out without a heart beat, we all fall down while pretending we could control the waters, washed away by the waves, skin is cold and gray on the warmest of a summers day, I pray you drink sweet honey due, forget about sorrows now long since past, love of this taboo, how could you, how could I, sneaking in shadows away from peeping eyes, lay with me once more, and kiss guilty poisoned lips goodbye, slip into the abyss with one more forbidden kiss, my mistress, my lover, how I wish this, my wife, my downfall that crashes more fierce than rampant waterfalls, and pierces flesh with sharpened talon claws, our time was false, though I ponder this when stiff old saps learn to relax and become youth, we would dance as the leaves float on wind, potpourri scents spoke to us truth, only testimonies rapped twice over to form my noose, set free our messenger dove, and remember our story no more, my everything, my nothing, my love whom I adore. By: Roberto Loera |
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WOW, really good.
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WOW, really good.  Thank you
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<<< Becoming a Hugeeeeeeeeeeee fan
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<<< Becoming a Hugeeeeeeeeeeee fan
Thank you, anymore comments like this and I'll have trouble picking my head up off the ground
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<<< Becoming a Hugeeeeeeeeeeee fan
Thank you, anymore comments like this and I'll have trouble picking my head up off the ground
I just caught this poem by accident. The writing is really, really good. I am struggling finding a compliment worthy of your wonderful poem. I CAN write that I FELT something reading it. |
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<<< Becoming a Hugeeeeeeeeeeee fan
Thank you, anymore comments like this and I'll have trouble picking my head up off the ground
I just caught this poem by accident. The writing is really, really good. I am struggling finding a compliment worthy of your wonderful poem. I CAN write that I FELT something reading it. I hope I can continue to entertain you with my writings. Thank you again
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Edited by
RawB
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Mon 01/19/09 04:24 PM
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Send me to my grave, my keeper weeps upon my cold feet, for a reaper has taken her slave, when married men misbehave, naive are we to understand the full plan given, and out as flickering candles go out without a heart beat, we all fall down while pretending we could control the waters, washed away by the waves, skin is cold and gray on the warmest of a summers day, I pray you drink sweet honey due, forget about sorrows now long since past, love of this taboo, how could you, how could I, sneaking in shadows away from peeping eyes, lay with me once more, and kiss guilty poisoned lips goodbye, slip into the abyss with one more forbidden kiss, my mistress, my lover, how I wish this, my wife, my downfall that crashes more fierce than rampant waterfalls, and pierces flesh with sharpened talon claws, our time was false, though I ponder this when stiff old saps learn to relax and become youth, we would dance as the leaves float on wind, potpourri scents spoke to us truth, only testimonies rapped twice over to form my noose, set free our messenger dove, and remember our story no more, my everything, my nothing, my love whom I adore. By: Roberto Loera I've got my eye on you and your work Mister *smile* |
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Send me to my grave, my keeper weeps upon my cold feet, for a reaper has taken her slave, when married men misbehave, naive are we to understand the full plan given, and out as flickering candles go out without a heart beat, we all fall down while pretending we could control the waters, washed away by the waves, skin is cold and gray on the warmest of a summers day, I pray you drink sweet honey due, forget about sorrows now long since past, love of this taboo, how could you, how could I, sneaking in shadows away from peeping eyes, lay with me once more, and kiss guilty poisoned lips goodbye, slip into the abyss with one more forbidden kiss, my mistress, my lover, how I wish this, my wife, my downfall that crashes more fierce than rampant waterfalls, and pierces flesh with sharpened talon claws, our time was false, though I ponder this when stiff old saps learn to relax and become youth, we would dance as the leaves float on wind, potpourri scents spoke to us truth, only testimonies rapped twice over to form my noose, set free our messenger dove, and remember our story no more, my everything, my nothing, my love whom I adore. By: Roberto Loera I've got my eye on you and your work Mister *smile* 
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Send me to my grave, my keeper weeps upon my cold feet, for a reaper has taken her slave, when married men misbehave, naive are we to understand the full plan given, and out as flickering candles go out without a heart beat, we all fall down while pretending we could control the waters, washed away by the waves, skin is cold and gray on the warmest of a summers day, I pray you drink sweet honey due, forget about sorrows now long since past, love of this taboo, how could you, how could I, sneaking in shadows away from peeping eyes, lay with me once more, and kiss guilty poisoned lips goodbye, slip into the abyss with one more forbidden kiss, my mistress, my lover, how I wish this, my wife, my downfall that crashes more fierce than rampant waterfalls, and pierces flesh with sharpened talon claws, our time was false, though I ponder this when stiff old saps learn to relax and become youth, we would dance as the leaves float on wind, potpourri scents spoke to us truth, only testimonies rapped twice over to form my noose, set free our messenger dove, and remember our story no more, my everything, my nothing, my love whom I adore. By: Roberto Loera I've got my eye on you and your work Mister *smile*
 
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