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The sun sets and the constellation falls
The sky turns to the black of night-venus calls
And i'm thinking about the beauty behind her eyeballs
She is as beautiful as freshly-blossomed flower
As exquisite as a princess in a tower
She could make you melt with her gaze-she has the power
So as in bed I lay
Watching as the stars sway
It dawns on me my love for her will not decay
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How we observe and how we reflect.
The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.
The facades of a perfect home.
This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.