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Misery of distance

Heart of drought land till
the moon find its fantasy
at your nipples will my
wary lips find comfort,
still the wild wind of the
day scare me cos birds will
lend you wings for keep.

My heart doubt this pain
within you, if only flood
can find your desires
my heart will dine with
the death.Even when the
ocean conquer the land
or roses toss around me
my love for you can never
be cloud.

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