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to thou hath heart of dark desire and love of poor honey suckle.

lost in the power of thou longing knowledge yet almost consumed by your hope.

the deep sillouht of life to its own is nothing to upon my heart alone.

my trust and fear aproch upon this sparked light of midnite sun, yet the dark emptiness frosts the the path of which i no.

green swirls of living life churn away in the midlle of the night.

to show me upon this time tht the love in which my heart hath grown is no more thn a speck of a dot in a poem of sand.

the time tht we spent rising upon the yurnin sun tis midst the oil of my breast and the urge of pleasure tht captures me in a lusting frenzy.

to hear upon the whispered wind mummbling moans of destress crumblin away my heart with which my only love alone hath take away in the midnite sun.

upon the nite of changing chanelles my heart hath break way for art thou alone in the nite upon tis day. alone in which my heart hath thou love gone away.