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[bodytext] => Forbidden fruit drips its nectar onto the bare chest of a gasping mistress for a while now, This day has been approaching in its inauspicious genesis In all its glory with history as its only testament With time to waste Sensations to elevate The eyes themselves become unwilling witnesses A tale to be hold A destination not unfamiliar to both In unusual elegance Dressed for an ordinary day He Lifts his glass for an honest toast Despised by many although loved by most All of those Tipsy bubbles float Amid the Champagne With friends disguised as foes Unleashed into the wild seas As the waves double-cross Oceans away The sand slithers between her soft toes Miles from her He is lost She can bare to watch him from opposite shores To these people the beatification of the self is taken as a serious afterthought An exciting proposition learning what was never taught Stumbling upon riches of which he never sought A sight to see the artistry a phony philosopher is caught Gazing Upon imagery Splattered on eaten cloth With an ordinary cough The enticing exhibition evolves Hatching the exact plan Crafting the perfect alibi Crafty getaways Patches slung over one lazy eye Escape shows itself to be a pack of whorish lies It is dark It is depressing It is only she and I Inviting Chancing heaven A walk through fire hoping to fry A request made by angels no sane man would ever deny The choice is simple Comply Or die ____ __ [comments] => 3 [counter] => 304 [topic] => 43 [informant] => jyssvw [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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