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Loves Commitment:

If you were to tell
Me the understanding of love
Then I would be more

Beneficial to the Community
And all that I see as being
The beginning of time.

For love comes in a multitude
Of courses which bends 
This way and that way.

But for most beautifuliest as
The river that Springs his locks,
Sun sprinkles the crimson pride

With moisture and the first
Breathe of life Dawn takes
As she breaths her mother's

Morningside justice to take
Back the bosom she gave 
From rubbing and burning

Her loves oil with the wordsmith
Blood has taken into consideration
Accounting for the misunderstanding

Her palsm took looking at the
Possibilities of all aspects love
Takes when listening to the

Things her thoughts brought back
As being the First time love expected
To succeed and become successful.

Loves Commitment:

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Wrinkles Before Whispers:

The measurements for which
    We use to see the volocity
    Of dexterities meaningful
    Motion.
    Suffered through time by
    The smiles of wrinkles
    Yesterday.
    Whisper unto my ear 
    Oh you whom Wrinkles
    Has placed a void on 
    Motions movements.
    For there came once upon
    A breeze in which a Whisper
    Could kiss an wrinkles 
    Ankle.
    Grab me surely my forth 
    Sword of twights last gleaming
    Smile.
    Wrinkles has whispered a  
    Longing full shekle of one
    Tenth a barrel shall equal
     A lifetime of fullness.

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Suspended By Love In Time:

As I walked through the
Gallows of death into the
Regions of time

Live had no answer or meaning
As to why my breathe has
Become a bare witness

Unto being suspended for
Looking at love in the manner
Genuine diamonds forms

The glaciers time blinds the 
Leading for promising a fair well
Denouncement goodbye

But opens the doors which
Chimes remotely in the vast
Caverns suddenlink lost doorbell.

A ring places a void on my own
Forsyth could this be the last
Love bite time takes at asking

Me suddenly questions? Or has
Justice brought to me the opera
Of forgiveness that allows for

You and I both to see the oppression
Of Sugar jars tasting the bitter
Endings of my love being suspended

In time, by letting go of the past
And remembering the happiness
Love has brought unto me today.

For yesterday is just what it is
And tomorrow brings new hopes 
Unto not being suspended

For looking at you in Black and white.

Suspended by Love in Time.

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The Caring Adoption:

Do you care for me
I ask. As I shall do for
You?

Will you lead me by the
Heart? As for I shall
Never break the valve

Which has brandished the 
Templar construment of living
Past the certain and polarising

The rising of God's Mom into
A statue of liberty and mutal
Understandings his father

Had given reason only to smile
Upon the risen, and grieve for 
The laughter slurred skies 

Spoke openingly about the 
Beginning being that and the
End being this.

If it has become any concerns
Of yours to delve into the lapsed
Forms of times broken promisings

Then you would have come across
Patience which letters eighteenth
Centuries ago that what we have

Done together should never be
Despaired from the martyrs along
Masked conception of rivers

Twist and bends with the calling
Of what you have turned the other
Cheek looming over fervently.

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Love In Black Or White

When the time came
For me to understand
The footing of thanks

Thinking you could send
Heavens eyes down upon
Me crimsonly. Love spilled

Forth and brought colour a
New definition seen as being
The eulogy my casket

Had painted white. Which comes
A word comely used to smother
Smogs of masked conception

Of being black.

Love in Black and White

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Remembrance

Not for one second
You shouldn't think that
Yesterday remembers
The past of tomorrow's
Pain.

For there comes several
Thoughts of losing what
Has been bestowed on
Us as the remembrance

Yesterday caused when silent
Affections smiled intently
At the possibilities of
Becoming the lost temple

My remembrance was supposed
To call attention unto the Marvel's
I set aside to become
The understanding of you and 

Justice.

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Yesterday's Promises:

Today marks another
   Day unto being the 
   Beginning in which we

   Seldomly look upon as
   Being my wand in foot
   Stepping towards the 

   Lessons promises taught me
   When it's bosom rocked
   The hand that shook

   Truthfully leaving behind 
   A legacy of guilt and
   Shame.

   But I promised you this
   And I promised you that,
   But I never made any 

   Efforts towards showing
   You that everything you
   Look at. Isn't always

   What it is out to be.

   Yesterday's Promises.

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The Healing Kneel:

Take my thoughts crimson dove
     Oh yeah gentle glidings whispers
     Cherish up on.
     There stood my faith to heal
      These broken wings live has
     Been placed upon.
     So gently bend with me
     For now is the exact 
     Respects I extend to you
     In transgrender faith.
     Love has touched my 
     Attention not to stare
     The other way by giving
     My cheek it's risen gardens
     Bravery the sun has
     Risen looking at gracefully
     Intently marking the paths
     Used to travel through
     Brownberry moss peacefully
     Asking these kneeing questions
     If this has become the
     Healing.

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Yesterday Wasn'T Tomorrow:

Yesterday I listened intently
   Unto the Whispers of
   Yesterday tomorrow.
   Becoming of something
   Of remembrance and 
   Importance.
   Clamity causualties rested
   Upon my briefs to listen
   Forth the effort to call home.
   Behind my head rests the
   Infections yesterday looked
   At before tomorrow.
   So there I climbed tommorows
   Evening to reach the beads 
   That autumn grasped Yesterday.

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Promises Promises:

A promise is just that
   A promise. Nothing
   More. Nothing less.
   
   I've questioned myself
   Over and over again.
   Should I trust even

   The promise which
   Is built inside of me.
   For the things in 

   Which I see as
   Becoming the last
   Fall this week 
   
   I shall taken my
   First steps onwards
   Saluting the morning

   Evening gave prays unto
   Not having the rememberanc
   Of another day it had 

   Seen as this was my
   Last promise I won't
   Make. Because the first
 
   One should not have
   Become my last.