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Un grain de beauté se pose à la commissure de ses lèvres, comme le baiser d'un amant timide.
Ses charmes d'enchanteresse ignorent l'étendue de leurs pouvoirs.
Et son regard, maelström de contraire, a la force fragile de ses vingt ans.
Submergé , la tasse bue depuis longtemps déjà
et mon roman en pilote automatique…
Je plonge dans les yeux de mon héroïne.
Ses charmes d'enchanteresse ignorent l'étendue de leurs pouvoirs.
Et son regard, maelström de contraire, a la force fragile de ses vingt ans.
Submergé , la tasse bue depuis longtemps déjà
et mon roman en pilote automatique…
Je plonge dans les yeux de mon héroïne.
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CCCXVII
mist rising
from a morning pond
... those baptized today
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Relive
and you and i relive our joy every night without much thought about why we do it we share the details of our secret loves with one another rekindling the fire that sparked it all the glimmers the sparkle the glamour of that first interest leaves you and i hungry and i believe you and i are growing closer by these addictions and vices we feed at 3:15 am this dream exchange is going to crash one day because the money we stake on this dream talk is quite a big gamble and we, the poor and sensitive, are running out of free passes yes one day either we will consume our dreams or they will consume us.
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.|Fickle|.
“The wind blows gently
As feathers fall around me
A dove perhaps?”
Glassy eyes, filled to the brim
With pain and longing
She is…all alone?
A curious face
Not one I’ve seen before
Why is he crying?
Our paths differed
Twisting and turning
In seemingly the opposite direction
And so, we moved forward
One toward rejection
The other to infatuation
A blank face, small figure
And a heartless attitude
Surround her in shadows
An energetic demeanor
Infectious smile and lonely soul
Adorn him like a cloak
A gentle breeze catches her hair
As the forest around her
Teems with hidden life
And cautious eyes watc
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