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Sunday, 19 May 2013

Pure Oxygen

Other breaths are drawn
Where once we drew breath
Other favours fawned
Where once we made nests

Storm clouds at dawn
Tinged by the sunrise
Our paths shaved forlorn
Never to receive those eyes

Out into the pink and blue
Shears of brilliant hue
Heightened illumination
Foils of a storms formation

Such wild torrid heavens
Rampant as once of love
Glows of favoured crescents
Giants in lost worlds above

Our flames fuel the forges
Steps to furnaces in hell below
Fall back to say you're gorgeous
To part was a magnificent sad blow


from 
Looking Up The Hill :: Love To Make You Stand Back

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