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The mistress came, down the hill
Walked she slowly upon the chill
So confident yet so insecure
So zealous yet not so sure
The man gazed at her with glooming eyes
Fire running through his blood
A volcano had just erupted in his heart
Pumping that fiery blood into his bloodstream
He strolled right towards her,
with a clear spark in his eyes
Asked her if she was in disguise
for she had bewildered him,
He knew her, his whole life
He'd seen her in his dreams
Talked to her even
And now, she's in front of him
And he now knows,
He is free...
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A dream about you,
that is so close,
yet so far from reality...
The odds are too tremendous,
for if I lose you,
I lose everything,
and if there is an abundance of fish in the sea,
then you would be the sea.
Eventually someday, sometime,
you'll see,
what I'll truly be,
I'll be your one,
as much as you made yourself my one,
and if not,
then you'll see,
everyone will see, nothing...
For it'll be a man with a void,
an absence of life.
And what is the absence of life,
for it is merely Death...
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Pieces of Mind
Poetry#66 in poetry 5/11/17 ~~~ Yet something hasn't changed, for I still wished I could pulverize into atoms, and become the air you breathe in... ~~~ From when she made me human...
