Violet
The Utopian Syndicate
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Post by Violet on Apr 13, 2011 14:22:13 GMT -8
I move in forward motion to a dream embrace
He fills my hollow body with cordiality
which smells faintly of magic
He is the guileful architect of my fantasies
who inspires the movement of my words
He pours libretto into my soul
Creates a bountiful throng of cerebral fruit
He guides my heart which thrashes
like the wings of a frightened sparrow
The single sensation of his silken voice
could tempt me to leave all of myself behind
Confessions now fall from my lips
Dripping like beads of precipitation onto this page
I miss him
My cold pen has fallen down
Vacuity fills my lungs which are
only saturated with joy in his presence
I await my resurrection
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