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Tuesday, January 29, 2008 |
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Noble Venus in October I wake up my sleep, light the flame Glory summer is yours my beloved Feed me in your finest mind Empire of green rigorous heart I am your temple of province Upon the crown, where we made a fountain You have been cruel and ever so tender There were begins and ends Folding, faithless goodness in her adores Rule, relished her scented tiara Her grace is gay violet tempered Coming cornfield steps, your divine love guest Poised attar tender pleading breasts Like my ravish love greeting Champion of just, marriage of Augean Finest tongue sword of assassin Ruling stanza darer forwardness Agree not coward feeble ugly Master of venom, courteous thunder Beloved beauty is not a guest Shall be victorious every placard Validness, ruling over lavish coward Thieves his own misfortune his bereft lies Rustling life your loyal wind We shall not therefore hold wasteland Finest sprit essence of troupes Mantle of virtues region of decree Up roar your relish elegance Up roar ever your finest sprit Up roar your pervading intellect O this beautiful morning I lay my heart upon your luster In this beautiful morning for you my beloved 5: 38am 29/01/08 11:33:32 AM 
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Love Love fertilized wastelands And it endures patiently for next unbidden It ploughs, then gathers fields Until frosty texture painfully soulless And devour its roots alongside quivering stream Penance its flesh at dreamless nights Crushing up its skeleton and spreads piles of ashes Then, swallows end of million years Patching up its wounds Stitches its ragged fleshes Inflame subtle veins Sowing a turf of seeds Warm spring mouth under the golden sun Love Amidst, roots firmly, see the rustling fruit bearings Attendant of golden cup Sharing, knowing its sweetness nectar Comes from tear ridden rosebuds 7:18pm 26/01/08 8:21:14 AM
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