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Sunday word hunter: poetry and nonsense To beloved ones

While there’s blood on them

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To lick your lips,

While there is blood in them.

To attach your soul to myself.

To be your own,

Spear of fear as well.

To be the butterfly of your nightmares.

That’s all I’ll guarantee if you’re…

Right here.

Singing with me.

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Sunday word hunter: poetry and nonsense To beloved ones

Kaboom

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Precisely, on these kind of times I do,

I do regret losing you.

But then I think and believe it was the best,

so you wouldn’t end up hurt.

I had to release you from my curse,

my stupid mouth is the princess of kaboom.

I don’t need to tell you,

for you know already as much.

I can’t bear myself,

cause I can’t hold my mighty stupid arrogance.

I so hope you grew tired of me,

leaving to fly in those fine feathers.

I witnessed, ruffled in the wind,

soaring the beauty of hard earned skills.

Pure delight, your colours in my mind.

Fair lines.

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Sunday word hunter: poetry and nonsense To beloved ones

Where from

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Where has this fire come from?

It’s percolated subtle,

In the warm blood of spring rains.

Unconscious camouflaged and unnoticed.

Where does this noise come from?

Disharmonious;

Your tell-tale voice of sweet,

unlikely twit.

It came like death.

Latched on to me;

Becoming true,

Certain with tik-tak as time.

Not even now I suspect myself diseased.

Flooding of space;

My time submerged in countless but gradual signs;

Silently walking in a dainty smell of familiarity.

So was liking you,

Like night tide;

Slow but sudden.

An unexpected pool full of me,

falling in love.

Faded in love.