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Polar Aurorae
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Wonder are two poles
Onset at earth’s core
They paint the skies
…through the sun’s dice…
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Sweet not your nectar
Bitter you are
But I breathe you more
My dear cherry Retold
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Cast my dream, spell my nightmare
Be who you are – Be my day
It doesn’t matter; I don’t care
Your love is a poison – I’m your prey
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The more I breathe,
The less I’m alive
You are death – of my unvarnished core
That’s why I live – To be alive once more,
…A hidden promise
Of a wounded door…
Harnessed by hate,
Caressed by fate,
Just kill me more – Shoot me now
Leave no blood – Fill it with love
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W.A. Garcia
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