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Moody Man Without warning the flirtation in your voice becomes a languid wandering the exuberant exchange of sensibilities, indifferent,vague. Your inner turmoil is a commotion that flusters abandon passions, and denies your spirit the ecstasy of temptuous trembling. What dark effigy lured itself into your heart while joy was your companion? How did murky numbness drown the intoxicating gale? Your presence so oft assured, is weary from sleeps delirium nonsensical illusions that chill an effervescent day. Moody man,let my heart stir your soul from its pensive composure and erase the solemn stirrings of foreboding. Times steely gaze watches the endeavors of two who journey. You no longer have to doubt the vision pictured in a June nights dream. |
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