Her cheek

So, then,

the cold wind blew across our smiling face.
and we were happy.

night.. as black as still night lake water that reflects the far away shore -
the small points of light are the only thing that warms me on a night like this..

So me says to me love -
let us-

but her chill froze the ice coming off the roof -

his most high of the physic,
low temp scientific,
ice machine maker..
knows no low of which I felt this night - my weary reader.

I feel for you.
your poor hand must be an ice cycle if you find this page unturned -
she is so cold.

Her heart is the opposite of the coal that warms the place where the logs burn-
the turn of her cheek can inflame the lowest ice sheet of the coldest moon of Mars in winter.

Her back!

As sheer as perfect vertical.

shedding all advances of human known.
a circle, of infinite radius with no center...

If the sum of all the hearts of all the diaries of all the writers of all the world were figured up today it would be zero - my sorry reader - but that is my accounting of today's transactions.
 
If the sum of all the hearts of all the diaries of all the writers of all the world were figured up today it would be zero - my sorry reader - but that is my accounting of today's transactions.

My ship is mighty one! Could it be the loneliness of winter has drained your focus.

There is sentiment there, but does it break down in a 4/4 beat. Is this for Michael Bolton? Grobin?

I write really simple lyrics. Where words are just sounds. The English language is bullshit, so I try not to get into it too much.
 
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