ZIJIN CHENG PURPLE Hatched dawn the birth of a golden sun. Cold breeze, what lay ahead still unknown. The smell... Familiar but a bit strange i have never knwn that feeling. Attend, the marriage of our eyes, our hearts, our soul. Everything stopped and started again... Panting of a racing heart. It was like nothing ive ever felt more like stepping into a glass of milk - cool and delicious and high in calories. It was YOU my Spanish anfora webbed in mystic beauty, i melted you mentally, like the Wicked Witch in The Wizard of Oz. I had in the past been daydreaming actually what kind of death would be appropriate for me - I didnt see this but i died that day to touch you, to kiss you, to whisper into your lobes melodies written with the memoirs of angels. To scribble your name with the ink of the Patchouli and say those three words than die withem. I am a diorite stone and you are a purple dove. I carry forty-four columns, one hundred n twenty-eight paragraphs that contain two hundred n eighty-two laws of life n love, I have Y and O but Im in desperate need of U to make me complete.
Posted on: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 11:39:37 +0000
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