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song of the ages
New Paint 
winter 
(for this splendid person I call mate) 

My life is this labyrinth
leading me to you
horizons claim me,
in their outer reaches I find you
many ways, many roads
all ending in you.
Shake me, wake me,
love you I will
damn me, hate me
I' ll let you still.
Existing is a circle containing you,
landscapes of fear conquered,
undeterred you.
you light the fuse
that implodes my thoughts
reckless reaching follows
you are a contagion spreading,
defences down ... not a shot fired.
New paint on the walls,
and you in my life  

 
 
 
 
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