Endurael
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| 11 Nov 2015 09:11 AM |
The wind sings softly, and swifts past our lips. Our blush shines brightly, and I gently grab your hips.
As I show my love, the skin starts to crawl. We see a Dove, and it starts to bawl.
The Dove is hurt, it's a fragment from the past. The wind floats your skirt, and I felt a cast.
Our love is magic, let's put it together. That Dove was in a tragic, let's give it some feathers.
Let's help it soar, and let it find it's way. I want you more, and let you take me to bay.
As we hear the Dove, swiftly take off... I felt your love, and it will never be doffed..
~Caalin
(Doffed means to be tossed away/thrown) |
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| 11 Nov 2015 09:20 AM |
| this belongs in a coffee shop in seattle |
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Endurael
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| 11 Nov 2015 08:44 PM |
| I will take that as a compliment.. |
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