I sit back and bleed black into my journal of verses
It all began in the blackest blackness
She spins my world off its axis
She is either a maiden from paradise, or a wonderful a wonderful actress.
The way our love burns through the mattress,
Out of the blackness,
Like a phoenix rising from its ashes,
Her soul is a universe, and a body an Atlas
Just by the snap of her fingers, or the tweek of her eye lashes,
I would cross the seven seas forward and backwards,
She said the future is as far as the past is,
And the present is presented as is,
And the present is Jahs's so you can only present yourself as his.
Be abound in his bliss
Heich
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