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Kissinger sent.

Tell me why your heart sings,
tormented life in full spin,
Free coiling backwards,
Motion sickness in reverse,
The life your living in,
Sorrows corners edge,
Sharply cuts deepest,
Halls of darkness,
Echoing boundaries instead,
Corrosion within thy head,
Tell my why your heart sings,
Amongst thy livings dead,
A powerful voice,
a peaceful embrace,
A love that bares life within its own death,
An oed to you,
A light bulb switched on,
Shall never drown out,
Thy love amongst the shallows,
Stained, a forever backwards motion sicknesses,
Within thy veins,
Singing into thy night,
Highest vocals love,
Coursing though the boundaries of my minds dearest death,
Harrowing in cries joys breath,
Tell my why thy soul sings,
A flavoured Kissinger sent,
To the depths of souls love,
in past tense,
Singing heart abound,
Your bodies capsule lies empty beneath the ground,
I sing to thy skidding sky's,
Proudly embraces thy loves arrows
Striving heart,
Bleeding beautiful music without vocal sound,
An amazing connection between two souls,
As i time my heart shall die,
To thy heavens i will sing,
Bound in all its beauty,
In thy arms again,
Wrapped in thy love within.

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Ravindra Kumar

Forget about the worries..see forwards,..cover live with tinsel,... Clinging lines are the following-

"As i time my heart will die,

To thy heavens i will sing,

Bound in all its beauty,

In thy arms again,

Wrapped in thy love within."

Sincere Love & High Regards,

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Nardine Sanderson

I'm pleased you liked it Ravindra Kumar xx love it when you high regards me , appreciate your thoughts on my writes, a man of great literature background to my non , thanks heaps xx love Nardine Sanderson xx

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