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Poem By Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun

Cool is the night
still burns me in spite,
As hollowed desires now fill.
Deep in reproach
all whispers unspoke,
As the essence of love's spilling through.

I'm to an edge
will passion now pledge,
To solemnly stay be bitter-sweet?
Toes upon tips
a rose upon lips,
So red, but like love...will fade.

Rushing of wills
the waves never still,
Second guessing my tide's intent.
Wait for the rush
stillness...a hush,
For in silence
I'll finally hear.


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