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Tick Tock The Poem
She sleeps in wake waiting for the day,
As do I
I anticipate those precious lips
I’m following her down that love
Into her heart’s little hole of glitter
There I am a falling man , And when I land
I shall lay there forever in her souls sand.
True beauty of precious love
chosen to awaken us.
Fell and liked it I did , She nailed open
my third eye so I could see again
Take it !
It’s all yours !
Its only you I adore !
Mend my broken sides And be mine
Entwine our souls and claim me as your own
Here I am now complete never to eat from their
Tree of never ending deceit.
Her fruit is mine and
Yes it is sweet!
My little flower giving
My heart it’s harmonic beat !