Seperately Unified
Let this be a sinThat only we could ever
Live in
And carry on so wrongly
Living in a song we
Both love to hear
Notes of Thunder
And keys of fear
Striking sounds of might
Like howling hounds of night
There's no wail of emotion
Like the one in this ocean we hear
Living in a wrongly
State of mind
Hiding in a claused song we
Would never let the judges find
Hidden laws
Behind closed doors
Are what matter
To the patrons of the heart
Finding standards
And one with which to break
Is a particular art
And leaves a lot at stake
So the bodies will caress
In the right direction
More or less
And yet in the mind
Perfection
In love and affection
They'll seem to find
Poetry by Aven Black
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Written on 2009-07-25 at 02:17
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