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Mesmerized by a sight Of an angel cloaked with sin, I was Doomed to be consumed by whispers Of a mind's fixated rasp On a vision seducing That metaphors, in exhaustion, in silence died And was tattoed painless and quiescent On the mind; An addiction demoting the soul From ashes to fire, Drumming the heart a tune Long ago forbidden. Thirst quenched only, and only, when desire, Iris to iris, is reciprocated —thus is this secret between Heaven and I.

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Date: 6/20/2012 8:21:00 AM
Good morning Robert! Peace and blessings! Congrats on your featured poem this week. I wanted to comment on it, but I didn't see it in your list of poems...anyway Peace and many blessings my friend.
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Robert Uy
Date: 6/21/2012 4:28:00 AM
Thanks...been busy this week but I will try to read some of your verses, too, later. God bless.