| Paradox Dulling sharpness, blissful scorn, The spider�s endless thread is torn. To breathe my last as I am born � Time passes as I love you. Unfaithful whisper�s piercing cry, Choking scent of smitten sigh, Poppies bloom but never fly As long as I still love you. Waking slumber, passive dread, Hair grows thick on balding head. We tear and thrash our way to bed, And rest for still I love you. Safely late, but simply grand. Cold ashes burn beneath my hand. I love in depths none understand. --Our friendship like no other. Love bound by real with reality does alter, But life�s a dream so love will never falter! |
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