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Posted by Bluesy Socrateaser on Mon Mar 02, 2009 4:04 am
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Twin shades, the pale yellow light
<br />shone through.
<br />Shadows moving across the room.
<br />Goblets spent of seductions taste,
<br />mornings remorse seems such a waste.
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<br />For a time, they were lovers,
<br />full of wonder,
<br />now dawn brings thieves
<br />with hearts to plunder.
<br />The stench of loves' malignant deception,
<br />will arrive at afternoons' wedding reception.
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<br />And what of airs could cover the scent,
<br />of a brides' affair, her virginity spent?
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<br />A groom deserving of her flower..,
<br />knows the sweet, has turned to sour.
<br />To him, his love,
<br />like crystal, shattered....
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<br />To her, twin shades,
<br />were all that mattered.
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