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My Violet cries tears of sorrow, Hoping that pain will cease tomorrow. Her tears drop in a lovely decline, Down her lips that say - Your mine. Holding a glass of a sweet white vine, A drink of Bahus that cures every ill, While the world revolves no more, it's still, And I want them all to know - Your mine. Longing to kiss your breasts and your lips, To drown myself in your sensual scent, Holding dear every moment together we have spent, Say those words that sound divine, I beg you tell me - You are mine. I whisper to you my only love, A loud whisper that reaches distant shores. A whisper that's soothing a lonely dove, A love po

Unsatisfied with life, unsatisfied with death; sitting in tranquility that stands in between. Chose life – stand your ground firm and take the punches. Chose death – lay down with dignity and uncertainty. Chose tranquility – sit numb, don’t take part and hope that the part won’t take you.