speak of soft

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By eleanor maslen •

So many words fill this head this beating heart this burning dread. come with me, walk a while sit by my side share my smile Talk to me with lips of pure touch my soul, your hand of pure Sing for me, when i leave you still when yours eyes are closed, at death you kneel. take the words i speak of soft when i know now, its you i have lost.

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March 8, 2012 01:44lance

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