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Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Mourning The Nights

Mourning The Nights

Soul of my soul,
My heart tears disharmoniously
In mourning of nights
When your body touches
My body to heavenly blisses.

My soul bemoans
Forebodes the heralds
Of morns that take
You away from my arms
Till our next tryst of souls.

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