Your name
I have no need to hear your name
You are dear
The slaughter of silence
Has reached this shore
Borrow my eyes
Our future is certainly there
Torment does leave its trail
Even inside moonless nights
Dearest
There is no end
Your heat is on my lips
There are no secrets
Poetry by efflux
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Written on 2006-11-28 at 23:59
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