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Manuel Fajar
2005-02-14
ch 1,
abuse"Fine, be that way,"—I shan't be mad for long,

As it is I'm tipsy from your fine brews,

Through in all honesty I feel my strength,

Seeping back into places well in need;

Soul's haunted by surreal dreams I've had,

That battle still awaits final resolve,

& More's the pain awaits my heart & soul,

& More's the damage deep resounds in mind;

Ravage all aeire circumstances bright,

Bring soul's being to edged precipices,

Savage destroy core of love's existence;

For bold enemy knows of heart's sad plight,

For sly enemy reads our mind's real thoughts,

For strong enemy steals my soul's resolve;

& What I fear most in this looming war,

Is not the loss of life or limb princess,

But hardening of heart past measured bounds,

So that tall walls it builds exclude fair love,

& Not Build Eden from time's cherished beams,

& Not taste sweet love's berried fruit on lips.
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