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The Bleeding Smoke of Love
Under the cloud where the velvet smoke bled, 'Love's a curse' the smiling soul said; The blood in the dwarf's heart then froze, When an indecisive liar presented her the rose... The fingers around which my ring would slide, On the clod evening, she would be, my bride, Breathing in, exhaling kisses, she'll be by my side, Where on a heavy monster, we'll go off on a love's ride, Behold, and kiss my eyes, I don't crave to know the plight... If ever, the delusion of this imagination doesn't lie an illusion, On the naked dawn, I shall suck your lips; raping the confusions... Words will then bleed letters, As I look at my unsent love letters, Each letter now the fire shall batter, When your head's on my chest, nothing's better... Let your naked breast touch my chest, This is a dim light in the darkness of miles, called love, Which gives plight, or rises all above, Pull me closer, don't shove, I'm the dead pegion, you're my dove!
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