Degas.

What was his plan?
To capture his woman,
At her salle de bain,
Her back always turned,
Her essence in curves,
Wet from ablutions,
Hung in la Louvre,
And permanently preserved.

End.

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In the midst of goodbye my heart cries

Awaiting the next moment of your embrace

What little time means or distance between

Near to bursting with your amazing grace

Our souls entwined trough infinity of time

Beyond the scope mere mortals possess

Hereafter and now may none ask...

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From a window in a wall

A young man looks down

Upon a very old town

Nearly covered by trees

Of a Forrest in mid fall

With leaves of orange and brown

Blowing in the evening breeze

As the man takes in the view

He appears as one out of place

Like a person without a face

In a crowd of...

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Close my eyes and wish to see the world anew

I want to scream at the top of my lungs

“Where am I now and who have I been?”

This isn't me and what can I do?

To change, to be, to breathe, to...

Thoughts spin from deep within

So deep, the royal purple blood of sin

Are these thoughts I...

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it took us two years to find

who we really are.

but no one can come between 

us an what we got

for each other.shit it takes a 

real man and real woman

to find out what love really is.... 

by.deniesha a john 

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