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De doigts et levres et ames

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ash4love

Published: Jun 4, 2012

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Heart ripped out
Beating thump thump
In perfect rhythm with another

Far away young lovers torn
Turned away
But not forgotten.

Empty spaces lay
Between fingers and lips and souls
Waiting for a guiding force

"Hush my loves, soon,"
Winds whisper in the dark
But still feeling dissipated

Left alone with nothing
But tear-stained pillows
And promise of a bright tomorrow

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