open field

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 07, 2017

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I wish to know what I am,
Beyond what is Fair or known,
Both Saint and lover regale me of such cost,
Just as the Libertine unweighted by his woe's
Maybe I shall find such a divine host, 
But I am a man of love and much of it's unmentioned
throes,

For what I am; I give, for I know what it is to be lost,
I wish for scenes which man wasn't careless in his thoughts, 
like the rain which is never to be touched by the south growing moss,
A scene where neither touched by lust or death,
Only there do I think I could talk with that which I would call god,
Or would I sleep with in this scene of peace and untouched depth,
No needs or wants for once as I lie, and there my friend is the sceneary 
behind the troubled eyes,


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