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Read MoreYou are something that will always be out of reach to me. Something I can sense with even blurred consciousness. Though your form is both perfect and clear to me. Do I know you? Or am I mad in love? Is this love...
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Hopefully the right eyes touch them! I’ll be waiting however long I have to!
Daniel
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Beautifully penned, Daniel. Fantastic write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Appreciate you.
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Read MoreWith cold dead hands, a ghost I am to you alone now. With cold dead hands that are unseen, unfelt, and unanticipated. With cold dead hands, my visits unknown to you making you shiver, and lips embalmed in ice. With cold dead hands, I will call on you to feel your...
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Eerily penned, Daniel. It’s a very intense read, almost like suspenseful my friend. I was waiting for something to jump out, felt this write. Appropriately titled. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Love the comment, Damian. Appreciate you and your work too.
Daniel
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Read MoreHer body still not void of a soul,her fresh corpse dancedto the tune of the undercurrent in that abyss beneath. Beneath the veiling surface which the living cannot see through.Sorrows of the deep, even withina living, breathing corpse, drown in agony...
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Read MoreLong, lost friendson empyreal winds,my goat is a dogand my word is a bird-and there but for the grace ofnameless circumstancego I~coterminous withthe devil you knowon a Friday night...the weak end bluesin summerwood huessweating for the Beastin the swelterof...
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This is a love poem that is waiting to be touched by many eyes. lovely