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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In a small stretch of tempo, I forgot your fame. In a small stretch of tempo, I forgot your name. In a small stretch of tempo, I forgot about the inauspicious and piteous moths that were attracted to your irresistible flame. In a small stretch of tempo, I forgot to abrogate your lovers game. In a small stretch of tempo, in the delay of my deliberated falseness, in my delay of barefacedness, infused by fierce streams of atrocious schemes, and baleful dreams. In a small stretch of tempo, I was captured by you. In a small stretch of tempo, the old had no power to cut into the new, from a small sum of time you sieged my body, permeating it, filling up spaces, touching barren places, erupting bridled desires, causing seismic waves of pleasure with; intense and faultless measure. In your arms and while my head rested against the swell of your chest, I inhale voraciously the sweet smell of your beautiful sculpted body. At rest in an intoxicated mindset, I felt abundantly content; a perfect segment from my antecedent shameless intent. In a small stretch of tempo, like the break of day and a timely resurgence of a nimble mind I realized that through the dull substance of flesh and encephalon, I did not adequately measure the art of your scope. With newfound hope, and like the hands of a clock swiftly pasting the minutes across its face, I put my plans back into place Looking At The Light From The Bottom Of The Lake, copyrighted 2017
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