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| She came to me in a dream one night Her arms was feathered disguised in white Gossamer wisps of ornate yarns woven round her body's form |
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| A mystic world reached out to me My eyes looked up, I could not see Colours swirled in distant darkness Leaving reflections carved like an artist |
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| Shooting stars framed the royal night I was caught in the midst of a dream odyssey flight I felt the music, rather than heard The vibrations raced through the blood like a sword |
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| Distant echoes reached my mind Hot sparks flew from deep inside She reached and touched me, I felt the pain Hot needles shot through my very vein |
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| Sharp and keen the blade of love Ravagged bodies wrapped in hugs Caught in flight, suspended there A flame of love, not distant....near. |
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