Blissful Anonimity Poems

the cold of morning rain
sends weary chills down my core
seeming not content to flush my veins:
greedily bores a hole right through.
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another day,
another choice - cower or speak?
a chance to break this feigned repose
and find myself inner peace.
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let me kiss those lips once more,
those lips that taste of wine.
let it be as gentle as before,
the first time you said you were mine.
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if only i could
each day feel your warm embrace
kiss your lips under moonlit skies
as the cool wind traces your hair
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when one has turned each rock and stone,
what more is there to see?
when one has scars for all thrills conceived,
are there adventures left so seek?
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I gaze upon the
Crimson thread, this
Liquid silk that was
My love's final gift.
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morning's embrace
and sunset's kiss,
all for time-
each moment seized
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thoughts of sunset streaks
and dreams of heavens burning
too well precede the napalm sleet,
all to grant my wishing
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