| She was a nightcap poem queen
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| Fighting furious
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| Fancily through an alluring alliteration
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| Ghostly smile her silent steps
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| Leaving scents and musk upon the sheets
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| The joyful rebellion, if we could only live for today
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| Willfully floating, our limbs intertwine where we lay
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| Arise from the ashes, our new lives spring from decay
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| Tasted tongue in thrones of the blinding bellows
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| Before she burst
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| Lick lips within the blanket of darkness
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| Burning shapes illuminate
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| Her fingers curve down contoured perfection
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| Euphoric resistance, if we could only live for today
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| Soaring sensation, our limbs intertwine where we lay
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| Arise from the ashes, our new lives spring from decay
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| Our revolution is love…
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| (There is no revolution, if you can’t save yourself)
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| Like morning peace…
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| And we will dance arm in arm
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| Amidst the crumbles of failed empires
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| And tired ideals, long dead from neglect
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| They will serve as our stage and solid foundation |