The way you walk
is how life laughs
in my face,
The way you talk
is the nightmare
of the dark filled blaze,
And you wink at me
knowing your effect,
That whiskey drunken gaze
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He Called Me His Beloved
Poetry"Cause the world moves fast love and the thoughts run wild and I'm running out of time let me hold you a bit longer let me kiss you a bit hard today and for the tomorrow that's near let my words sing the melody of you and me." HE CALLED...