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Post by incubuspoeticdude on Mar 17, 2007 19:22:59 GMT -5
Come around and I smile
Generous letter speak all I need
Let dust of innocence to sip from Angel Valley
Believing in stories of my old fashioned love
Trance over the blossom of her lips
Linger the door between my heart
Meet me my love, meet my passion
For this love is everlasting
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Post by incubuspoeticdude on Mar 10, 2007 15:26:35 GMT -5
The stranger of believing in love
Smile around the telephone and stories of passion
My old fashioned innocence is perfect cancer
She is melancholy and sweet
My angel, she has wings
Warm with her beautiful smile
I'll make it for a while
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Post by incubuspoeticdude on Jun 26, 2005 1:19:19 GMT -5
The very tears you spill can quiet your given will to cry cold hollow charm is to feel your warm
I felt the sting These lines are white soft passion That sneak silent smiles Watch while you sing
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