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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Dangling and tangling in pain Blood blowing, chest in vain Beneath a plant falling apart Looking for my stolen heart Lonely living I am alone Then I feel, then I hear, then I behold Voice of Bird from flower bone As if a Bird, liken woman, liken not A human, but an angel O Head I nod of a wonder note "A Cuckoo liken a woman curl! A nightingale, or a Cuckoogirl!!" Do you know what? Then she go Flying above, I follow her, then I told; No an inch I will give to thee Stopping not, you I see, liken my love What do laymen, know of my dove??? Of fervent face, its face, I trace I gap, I gape, liken a woman face Flying above the more I see The more I see moon in her Close she becomes when I stop But when I close, her to the top Up she goes- very far- Deep I go, deep she goes, with my ink And a blood, what do all think? Of her wing, Poetry Book Crimson cover like crimson lips Made, of rose, and cotton tips Behold her lips I and look Controlling them, liken "Salam Slim boy, sweet, simple still I'm not a thief, how can I steal?" Then she goes, too I lam What a bird with a woman life! Yes a woman, but a woman of a rare type Rare school, rare class, rare feature Lively past, lively front, lively future Flying bird, said is not a thief The more I go, the more she lift Now it is at heaven door Woman I see outdoor Holistic, liken Hurul Ein Close she comes to take me in As I stop full of doubt, hands she gets And catches mine, beneath her chest Places them, then she asked What do I feel? "A heart beat" I marked So stab my jaw, she, a frowning lead On her face, then she said; "That's a heart of a stolen boy And all of him, now become my joy As become my joy, love me more Stealing you become, my core"
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