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New to Beirut - so come and play with me ! I'm on FetL too - so I am real and we can check each other profiles there if you want too.
DeathSpresso
i wear make-up to show a face,
To reveal a friend in Your myspace
A laughing JoKeR who cries at times.
Be where, the moon? Beware the light.
To want and need for not a thing,
Dying awake that never screams.
i always tell what’s on my mind,
Whichever one to hand i find.
Ever risen-up inside Your dreams,
And left Your soul to earthly means?
The bones You hold behind Your eyes
How do You war with such suprise?
DeathSpresso, i once took to taste.
A tiny cup with an eternal trace.
Shutting my eyes, still it stirs me thick,
Only to be unwound with a memory stick.
Oh forgiveness, even rekindle-ness
i scale a poem in a land so Everest.
Fraught with canyons of gorged abyss,
i summit on to my *missed-rest*
How many feet have i climbed?
None stood as tall as You i find.
You will usurp my best detention
If You renew Your august attentions.
By Yours truly
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