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Elusive, lost Love



Play this music whilst reading it…
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I am happy
Thrilled
So full of life
Yet inept
And so bizarre in my fetish muse
That dictates my testosterone driven vibe
In this chess game
In the dark…


She left
Killed the warmth
That engulfed my abyss
Setting alight Wrath so hellish
…at the Maker’s standalone whims

My Useless howling
In the wind…

Tear drenched eyes

Alone, yet in a crowd of pseudo-passion
Like flashes
In the dark

Not even a twinkling candle

Just a puff of light
Micro seconds
Quick-and-go..

Chilled heart
In gay hilarity
White wine thrash
Dripping

Lousy mornings…
How many more
Yet to come?

Pathetic pretentious
Scribbles of mine…



Ray de Bono
Monday, July 20, 2009

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