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About This Poem
Heaven Touch
It was like the day twlight it into heaven,
and past sophisticiation stomped like a rope to a wedding,
taps of light,
of moonlight's caliver to smile of panic enlightment,
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....
Footprint's of shadows of malign sculputres,
drag on and clipped of,
sprint of this here prints,
luxury spring,
stream like sappire dream,
invested in such a beautiful queen!!!
lips to bit of crushing melting ice,
asking it to rain......
and i am sanking as the rain by past....
But i cant sit still wonder with of words running around,
like such fragments augements do and do
tell,
dizzy with dogmatic and wrap in patiented,
like a lock with no pediment,
It seem to be a new grind of a map like literature and i seem to be the lead character.
what hopeless wish's but sit and sting, and in deed it must be in fact that of, or
was, first love!!!
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