Dark Desire

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    Dark Desire

     She walks with grace with head held high
    her golden locks shimmer in the cascading light
    her eyes reflect the sun in all it's grandeur
    will she walk with me?
    I do not know
    but i long to be by her side
    will she talk
    knowing her voice is all that keeps me alive
    I do not hear  a sound
    and my heart withers in response
    only to be reborn from the ashes of a torn soul
    and I still want her.

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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