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[aid] => mick
[title] => The dustings of love
[time] => 2004-01-18 01:37:00
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[bodytext] => The dust settles upon my body as a veil of the true reveals. How happy am I when from this face, the veil I cast lightly. Not fit for a sweet dancer like me, how the cage of the world is this. To her rose-bed's, I go for the bird of that sword I am. Manifest, it is not wherefore, I have come into this world where, I never know where to flow. Or how to slow such ponderings to her glow. Lamenting and regreting that of my own workings, I am such a fool. In the utterances of the great minds, my tracks how may I make? Where as in the mixed abode this dusty veil, I am bound to the planks of her according mantra's. I am bonded to a flickering hope, casting it's greater shadows. If from my heart's blood, the perfume of dust issues. Have no thoughts for fellow-lover with the musk of lust I am. Inwardly, regard not the embroidery of my golden lust, resplendent like her soul, saying 'She is a Slayer of lovers'. For hidden within the Slayer, consuming the lust. Come and from her, the existance of me takes up. For with thy existence none heareth from me that I am living...within her lust-serving, lover-slaying souless desires. Enduring to make, my fate a bait and a slate. How ever more do I adore, shall not we taste a fake. Cherish her bloodied lips. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Khosrow [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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