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inner place
In my weather of cold left lost mirror my reflection from my heart freeze's over.
She warms up my bodies blood.
In my stormy grey minds place of broken only home darkened ghost windows in my left longly.
She slowly shuts there inner interior.
My lost shines day in my cost of living wasteland of play.
She cleans my sand box of broken toy's in saddened lay.
In my story room of empty walls they look back in me it's eye say spoken words of lasting calls.
She paints me with colours of fancy beautiful her lovely swaying stay.
In my open old seen to of blackened darks many eyes I see my thoughts of sky's with untold hardships I'm grey fitting middle black and white.
She dails my toons of look with bleeding fades in love beautiful bright.
In my dessert of sands in far switching winds that blow of harsh feelings in my vasts.
She gives my unlife of sand storms in place a garden of beautiful green with waters of thirst to my darkened quench to my replace.
I love what she does to my with in inner place.....
© she licks my heart's desire