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The sun will always shine
So will the moon and all the stars at night
The birds will still call
Dancing in ballrooms at incredible heights
In autumn, the leaves will turn
And inevitably fall
Spring flowers will bloom
Even if my life ends too soon
There will be other days
There will be other days
Winter will only mourn for summer rays
And oh, there will be other days
Without me
So will the moon and all the stars at night
The birds will still call
Dancing in ballrooms at incredible heights
In autumn, the leaves will turn
And inevitably fall
Spring flowers will bloom
Even if my life ends too soon
There will be other days
There will be other days
Winter will only mourn for summer rays
And oh, there will be other days
Without me
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birthday boy
afternoons are lazy now spent in front
of the window with a glass
of wine vodka coffee
holy champagne
I drink till I feel nothing
but the shadows still dance
and your eyes I see so close
so real lovely as untainted as before
shine like that diamond ring
bet you thought I wouldn't come
but the party was dull without your hand in mine
great logic great mind great plans
burnt down the moment you smiled at me
and brushed away with just one move of
her hips
Literature
Your Promiscuous Ways
When you suddenly took my hand and told me that you love me,
I've never been more touched by the need in your voice and the love in your eyes.
And when you look at me in that promiscuous way,
I can think of nothing else but being gazed upon by you every day.
You don't do this often most of the days,
But when you do,
My heart burns of an unmistakable need in return,
And I can feel this love in your ever simple words.
It's the kind of love I've always wanted,
The kind of voice that makes everything just fine.
It's one of the most beautiful feelings I've ever had,
And something I don't ever want to forget.
Literature
The Master Puppeteer
The Master Puppeteer stands so tall
With a smirk upon his face
And lets out an evil laugh
As he watches you die
A slow and painful death
Under his tightened rough grasp
And devilishly evil pair of eyes
He drags you around
By a pair of strings
Attached to your arms and legs
Pulling them sharply
To remind you that he's the boss
And you're his puppet slave
Till the end of eternity
He finds cruel enjoyment
Out of seeing you suffer
He's hungry for cash
And willing to do whatever it takes
To get his hands upon it
Even if that means using you wrongly
Until your final breath
He believes he is the master of all puppets
Able to en
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It is a beautiful thought, to be lost in the insignificance of it all. And yet the personal experience is everything that we have.