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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Would You?
Would you lay me down in a cold field with a stone over my head? Would you love me even more if I were dead? Would you lie with me on a silken bed with thorny pillows? Would you sit beside the gentle stream among the weeping willows? Would you capture the suns rays for me if I were to ask? Would you freely take the task? Would you seduce the moon to share it's light? Even if it were for only one night? Would you do so without a thought of fear? Would you do so without a hint of a tear? Would you still love me to the end of time? Would you still be by my ancient side? Would you relinquish your soul to my spell? And would you follow me to the depths of hell?
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