reedited 3.3.15 Always thought this one should had a 7 looking back I seen the grammars errors thank everyone for rating fairly.
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It was like the day twilight it into heaven,
And past sophistication stomped like a rope to a wedding,
Taps of light, of moonlight's caviler to smile of panic enlightenment,
Love sitting next to true love-
Touch by touch, thought to passing of the moon,
And lips of wrath, of wax playing tag.
And asking why beg sure of sure wind,
Passing the mystic sunlight,
As we kiss sun up and sun down.
Tales of time and ticked and called grace for new wishes-
Footprints of shadows of malign sculptures drag on and clipped of,
Sprint of this here prints, luxury spring,
Stream like sapphire dream,
Invested in such a beautiful queen!
Lips to bit of crushing melting ice,
Asking it to rain-
And I am sinking as the rain by past-
But I can’t sit still wondering with of words running around,
Like such fragments augments do and do tell,
Dizzy with dogmatic and wrap in patience,
Like a lock with no pediment,
It seems to be a new grind of a map like literature and I seem to be the lead character.
What hopeless wish's but to sit and sting, and in deed it must be in fact that of or was first love.