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Lie and die.
Swear and perish.
Truth's not real.

Ask and seek
But answers never known,
Forever unknown.
By night at twelve,
You'll hear the cricket bleat.
Go dance the song of Death.
But remember to count your breath.
I love the rush of blood
Whenever you're around.
Stay close
And touch me.
You've awaken my senses.
Dream of a highway man can't be burned
Nor it can be torn
It only floats in the air
Neither he can catch it.
September
Autumn falls
Leaves are gone
The raven had come
This is ME.
This is YOU.
And even in a poem,
Still separated
By the words and spaces in between.
Maybe if I'll touch you
The way the summer sun kisses the daisy
*You will love me.
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