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she was a nightcap poem queen |
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flighting furious |
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fancily through an alluring alliteration |
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ghostly smile, her silent steps |
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leaving scents and musk upon the sheets |
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the joyful rebellion, if we could only live for today |
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willfully floating, our limbs intertwine where we lay |
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arise from the ashes, our new lives spring from decay |
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tasted tongue in throes of the blinding bellows |
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before she bursts |
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lick lips within the blanket of darkness |
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burning shapes illuminate |
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her fingers curve down contoured perfection |
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euphoric resistance, if we could only live for today |
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soaring sensation, our limbs intertwine where we lay |
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arise from the ashes, our new lives spring from decay |
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our revolution is love |
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there is no revolution if you can't save yourself |
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the joyous rebellion, and now we only live for today |
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willfully floating, our limbs intertwine where we lay |
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didn't know to stay here with nothing but our hearts to obey |
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like morning peace |
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and we will dance arm in arm |
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amidst the crumbles of failed empires |
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and tired ideals, long dead from neglect |
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they will serve as our stage and solid foundation |
