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the spirited bandit
the spirited bandit is ageless
ghostly deceiver, father of lies
he frenchkisses death for ages
she falls in love
he never dies
his eyes are made of aquamarine
his lucky number is seven
seven lovers praying for him
trying to buy his way to heaven
every nocturne sentinel loves him
every monster fears his dagger
he stole the halo from a seraphim
he is the son of always and never
stealing hearts with a kiss
scaring demons with a hiss
he carved his name on your skin
malice and madness
the poison within
he digs his hand in our chest
he gives your heart for you to sever
you know you did not pass the test
you're hopeless
you will love him forever...
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the taste of the sun
i raise my head
the sun kisses me
the nocturne sky is gone
i am the first one
i open my window
the warm breeze kisses my face
it brings whispering promises
the love, the aeon, the grace
i look over my shoulder
a year of war smiles at me
the fall, the winter, the sping
it is summer now, i am finally free...
i touch the pristine sand
the clouds go away, only for me
i have the azure solace in my hand
the taste of sun, the radiant bliss
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gone
you wrote my name on the wall
with inks of joy and love inspired
you did not realize our fall
i am long gone
you are so tired
you put my name on the newspaper
written words of black and guilt conspired
you even mispelled my name
i don't think of you
you're so admired
you aired a face on tv
in glossy paper and pain retired
did you even notice it wasn't me?
i didn't love you too
your love expired
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not in a virago or in melpomene
lies the sweet name of marlene
she is not a decoy or a scheme
auburn flower, the truly serene
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||t|||i|||d|||e|||s|| tides of sorrow flow through Babylon
burning saints with the empty fingers
the ashes of your heart are long gone
pain is the only woe your palm hinders
