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Beautiful Things
by Scott Cadence
I understand
the fine lines
when I am a quiet study
under your skin
when my hands
Burning Molten
Sculpts upon you
Like a Master
That eventually rises
a Degree
Like a voice to distort
The pin point precision of desire
And spread the mind blow
Crawling across
Jumping into
your particles like a cure
And when I'm not with you
My eyes fall for seconds,
simply to see you -
I recall
the willingness your body invites
to surviving
the tread within your veins
as we tandem Jump from the land marks
of this self important world
and rise from the fires
a new breed
that doesnt fear
to remain In-complete
as long as we remember
the beautiful things
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05/05/2003 Posted on 05/06/2003
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