Prince me

Rolls into a house of dreams

It is the time to sail

through pain

through my daring

Never got the prize

Just some pretty eyes
goodbye.
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Playing dirty in the rain

What mud attracts you

Is it good

And does it get hard

Does it crack

Does it matter

Does it roll like a dime

Or spin like a wheel

Is there a moral dimension 

Following a thread

Is it in love with dead

Does it bleed

Does it need

Can it feel 

Is it real?
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I can recall 

YOo

Licked my face

Breath was taken

Lungs full 

Fully engaged into it

It's sweet song

Erasing longings

And fades

As a rising frame

An apricot in your eye

The jungle weeps

Gentle leaves of grief

Goes elsewhere

I'm on my knees

Within your hands

Where I please

Oh God

Is this forever?


Sunday is spring

I am thinking about her

And then again

Oh God

Can you explain?
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