Jan 5, 2018, 11:45 PM

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  Poetry » Love, Landscape, Odys and poems, Other
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The thought of you - a quiet bane

for my heaven, my unfeeling dusk. 
The great ocean buries tears again - 
bleeding shadow of a painful lust. 
An ocean deeper then the eyes 
of the demon that grows inside, 
kills the sinners, leaves the vice, 
you and death are left in sight... 

© Elizabeth Draxler All rights reserved.

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