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almost touched
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Hyacinth garden
raise my eyes to the skies
feel the loss of control
over miracles.
passionate
ecstasy in haunts
that pull me above.
I still feel that woman
like a cyclones turbulence
charts no consideration.
round ancient cadaver that Bohemian moon
long nights by a lagoon
why did her love end so soon.
deep dark spaces now descend
small places, show hard faces not like then
my heart just wants to love again.
