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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Meet me here angel surrogates for i have allowed my eyes to consume your make and out of oblivion exploited my appreciation. You bayonetted me with a warm grin, embraced me with you fatal glance, punctuated my wholeself with your pulchritude, encacerated me with your decency and yet decide to burry my ingenous altruism in a shallow grave...a hole This cup of coffee before me... you prepared and stirred good to my satisfaction and yet you knew i would not smell it. This coffee i saw you prepare, salivated and quenched for... you served it in my presence, meet me here Yevai and know that i yearned and quenched for the coffee. Stern and composed before a huge mirror I see your reflection instead, maybe just a ciggarete thought Judge me not dear for these folly filled illusions but you made me drink and smoke, trying to define my existence in your face. In the dock i stand now, facing murder charges and blasphemous attacks on your innocent mother for baking this special cake and throw it into the world of man. Had i been blind her deft articulation would not have intervened with my misgivings. My own psche i have murdered.... meet me here Yevai This street called love we were together where it begins... saw you taking off, laughed and thaught time shall come when it was infact ticking away. Tick-tock tick-tock i have waited only to write my own epitah. Had it made a difference if i shouted, WROTE boldly, smiled and told you how much you meant to me? Judge me not Miss for i will stand in the dock again facing charges of mental illusions with the creator. Illusions... that inside the brown bottle i will find you when you were locked in your room instead. Illusions... that love was in the air and i had only the birds to compete with when some boys were chasing you instead. Travelled for long side by side not noticing the dermacation line between us, the small fence that i thought too low when i want to jump... I shall say no more of it I should have just told you rather than live a life on paper...
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