OUR PATHES
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Thousands of times our pathes have crossed but still you turn away,
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I single you out of every crowd just to pull you this way,
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Our eyes have shared sweet glances afterward and teased the unknown signed.
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Vapored yonder over mine hill lies our subtle bed,
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so forth we are one that hell could not fringe use to bay,
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Swimming among our love reed I moan a furrowed sound that
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falls deep into your hot soaked pleas.
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Monuments shattered by hands of steel, you cry your sadden tears.
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With my spirit kerchief I wipe these demons away to say,
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"You devils stay in your hellous habor of firey hay."
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Kindled are our desire which must not show,
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Mourn thine milked hands and mop our thousand fears, saddness, and anger away.
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I love thine milked hands that wipe my tears away....
By: Amanda Cox/9-1-99
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