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Sunlit hair and wavy love

Light in your eyes

From skies

Above

Soft touch caress  and laced hands

No more trouble

Demands

Woe

But Tribulation still

Tends to arise

Compel

Injure

As the scorpions push

I fall from grace

To brush

Disgrace.

Therefore,

As hills descend

 I must follow evermore,

And as the waves keep crashing down,

They will inevitably come back to shore.

Conquering land and sea

With bolder love

to be.

And so Implore I must

Before I turn 

To dust



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