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Every Time

Every Time

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Romance
February 29, 2000 My Dearest Moon, Beneath the beguiling night, Terror reigns full; Unbeknownst to mine heart, Doth tremble in surrender. Thy raucous melodic voice, Tantalizing lips, Eyes, a tempest to the depths; Perturbeth a wandering soul; I pray thee, turn around at least once more. Oh, nay, perceived in thy gaze, Remained but naught-pure unknown; Agony waltzeth within mine chest, Nigh forgotten, buried even its shadows; Thy heart cannot be tamed, Nor can it be attained by any of mine toils. Yet mine eyes falter not When thine meet them, Albeit thou chasest after the Sun- Which I have possessed the knowledge thereof, 'Tis consoles mine heart, though torn asunder; For at the very least, thou art aware of Heart's nature, Verily, not rendered for me. Signing off, Lady Jane
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