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Manuel Sinister

While the words in the book remain the same, your perception of them will not. For these words are the words of a poet's heart, and a poets heart drifts with the shadows of the clouds.

Friday, December 28, 2007

Without Ration

Its starts with that look,
that one of compassion.

We hold another tight,
an embrace without ration.

The gentle touch of your lips,
a warm kiss gone ablaze.

Together as one,
my heart in a daze.
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