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We are we; perfectly..

We are we; perfectly…

What is this fog that calms our love, silent mist,
you and I were above this we thought.
My mind runs back through days of want and angry words,
oh how wonderfully passionate we fought.

Your intense angry eyes inflamed my raging rhetoric,
mouthing fiery daggers to a heart so loved.
Mirrored was my suicide, a creation of self conceit,
thrown in with a hand perfectly gloved.

Here were those moments when young hungry sex,
sated two bodies, stilled our demons.
An hiatus when I swore I’d die before we’d part,
ecstasy giving me heroic intensions.

Lying at one with a goddess and wanton witch,
a wizard’s hat had been trampled, thrown.
A time guarded jealously shared with no one else,
a feeling no other peaceful lover had known.

Fate’s puppeteer found falsetto movement of hand,
when guiding us to the now.
Stealth and cunning used with us two puppets
an un silenced guide from a vow…

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Thank you for your kind words, Regards Roscoe..

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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Eph said it so correctly...i would add a good dance on spikes..an intensely passionate write..

raj (sublime_ocean)

Thank you for your comments, Regards Roscoe..

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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