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Feb 18, 2005 05:05

Kiss me with your words
For sentences unheard
And I will treat you with
My soul

On that silent
Railroad track
I hold myself back
Silenced by passing cars
That travel further
Away from the stars
Forming in your eyes

For one chance more
I would die
And beg
To be reborn

Take time to solfve
\The riddle
Of what
And when
And why
So to starve the dying limbs
And speak poetry again

Lie down in the distant sand
Of nights surrounded by sun
And starving on love
For nothing more

Thand the glimpse of lips
Whispering me good night
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