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Most poets are wankers
Most poetry is wank
Not all wankers are poets
Not all poets...

So beautiful are you

Like a fallen angel in the mist
Your love to all in memory of sweet...

you know it's me

Again and again in lies
May be light ..to God
Balance of the heart...

Silly as I am
wounded with a Cupid kiss

Yet the Bullitt never wounded
They whisper...

Before I am done
My love will be over you
But not until it veil your heart
As you are...

She took my words and kissing
While my lips were lost between the dancing of her tongue

For...

He knows where you brused
He knows where your love has gone

He hear you when you cry
...

Swiss rolls
I'm in control
Gaming console
I play
Just to keep malicious...

You ...after the first step of elegance
To your dance

Before you wrote upon the floor...

All the dear dead are waiting
Upon the platform today
Saying goodbye to their loved ones...

If I take a drop of my blood and cast it into the wind
And let it drop like rain to settle on roses...

In the corner on the floor a candle lit it's warmth
She look at her shadow dancing on the rainey...

Back wash sand upon my feet
The foot prints so often talked about
washed back to the sea...

To list the things to take to the end
Was made before you even got started

You breathe...

If God had touch me twice
Like Mothers speak of love
And Angels stand by me through life...

She would come and stay and love and love and come and come again to love.

In this room the open...

I will take the last of my life
And let LoVe be like raindrops upon my heart

I will not...