visions of my own

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my preferred color, —
it's your touch
in words combined,
from music brought
by susurrus of muses,
to allow me to say, —
your access to my color
seems comparable with
the whisper of angels,
delicately manifested
into a part of me,
where is impossible
to oppose resistance
but only to create
visions of my own,
with increased passions
for making you feel
as if I'd be everywhere

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as if

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now I can call your name

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Even now I can call your name as I pen, naked as then. You should read me just the same, shouldn't you…? Cos apart from that, how you'll feel the scent, the gaze, the touch, the breath, and the call of my words…? The free words, colored words, and words full of longing. The stuttered words, sensual words, and immoral words. Lured palpable, this is how I feel trying to send words' lips to kiss your lips, while words' fingers slip on your body… With a tender massage of words, I comfort your mind, while the moans and onomatopoeia, tickle your soul… All seasons and words' climates create an atmosphere. A song completes how to listen to me and vision me… You should read me naked, just the same as I'm writing, invaded in instinct, compressed in dreams, squeezed so… (feeling fondly your mouth on mine, your fingers slipping wildly on my body, consuming me… in passion's howl) (as i write now, naked… as then, calling out your name…)
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one that I want

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Bishop Of White

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Now, I'm more than ever desolated since I feel richer by own you, and on my forehead sit the sun and moon, Now, it is, to me, worst and best too. And there's no one who might help us, the people barely keep up with their own, and on a white wall with the silent muses, Black Bishops seek to do a moonlight flit. [and I love you with pity and with horror thinking that all you got deserves to me as a Bishop Of White, which captures the Black Queen for eternity.] x2 In stations happen madcap accidents sad freights come in midsummer, and me, I am full of reckless gestures to get you closer and to terrify you. All around, just aberrant perspectives, fragile kids lug their parents on the back, old men's gray bones sledding on slopes and Albatrosses fly to atrophied horizons. [and I love you with pity and with horror thinking that all you got deserves to me as a Bishop Of White, which captures the Black Queen for eternity.] x2 I miss you and I'm looking for your face in e...
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magnetic

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a slice of silence it attired the morning sky in summer's avenue my eyes breathe blooms' hue lured by your magnetic love and your tendered smile your silhouette grope in my rinsed soul by a dream scented by your kiss a kiss rocked by moon once... in summer's avenue to forget-me-not
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take bread away from me

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❝  Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter. Do not take away the rose, the flower lance that you pluck, the water that suddenly bursts forth in joy, the sudden wave of silver born in you. My struggle is harsh, and I could come back with eyes tired at times, from having seen the unchanging earth. But when your laughter enters, seeking me, i rise to the sky for it opens for me all the doors of life. My love, in the darkest hour your laughter, it opens. But if suddenly you see my blood staining the stones of the street, — laugh, because your laughter will be for my hands like a fresh sword. Next to the sea, in the autumn, your laughter must raise its foamy cascade,  while in the spring, — love. I want your laughter like the flower, I was waiting for, the blue flower, the rose of my echoing country. Laugh at the night, at the day, at the moon, laugh at the twisted streets of the island, laugh at this clumsy boy who loves you. Bu...
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mille fois

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i am the sky of the skies above all the skies, bearing the sun of the sun of all the suns, and the moon of the moon of all the moons i am the world of the worlds of all the worlds, bearing the star of the stars of all the stars, and the dream of the dream of all the dreams i am the wish of the wish of all the wishes, bearing the night of the night of all the nights, and the day of the days of all the days i am the love of the love of all the loves, bearing the color of the colors of all the colors, and the joy of the joys of all the joys i am the very best of the best of all the best, for i am the i of myself of all the i of the selves of i, crème de la crème of all the crème de la crème (je suis mille fois un trait distinctif  traduite), while a thousand times is not enough for what i am for any sky, any world, any wish, any love, inculcated
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i'm immortalized in the picture of your mind moderated by the chic refinement of blues together we have the jazz subtlety contrast painted by the sunlight, thrilled by the moon hypnotized by our view, some got trapped in hoping themselves to have what we got...
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escape (to the power of ten)

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I'm in as much as beautiful exactly as your love paints me, abusing of feelings' grammar, involved in your mystery. I'm in as much as beautiful exactly as you combine slyly a smile impregnated in kisses seduced in a certain climate. I'm in as much as beautiful as the most lusted, smoothened and the hottest savor, enriched in selected ingredients. I'm in as much as beautiful exactly as you dared to add 'em while you planned an escape to a chic place for both of us.
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