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Blank page, down my fears and kill my rage.
For I blame the miles stitched by inches.
The digits in distances go further than one’s age.

Carved her name in the stem of a strong oak.
Struggling with aphorisms about love that play trickery on my mind,
Welcome to the vestibule of my emotions that requires a flameproof cloak.

Smog fills my lungs as I try to strife the evil demons washed upon the shore
Grasping for the parchment that carries the hallmark of the everlasting question,
Demons throwing rocks at me of massive ore.

Long days have passed me by,
Tears I have shed,thinking of your whole being.
I can’t get you out of my head.

I open my hand that leads to her room in my heart, show her the way.
Where we colligate and become one.
Both of us sitting near a lighthouse spending a radiant day.