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the lady
by dustin lee rich
Those eyes,
like the clouds of heaven.
Like pools of warmth and comfort.
I stare into them,
and I am lost.
And in the depth of my lost soul,
my mind screams for release.
Fear, Panic, Flight
My body does not respond
I cannot move
And in my mind, my lover's face lingers
for a heartbeat
Her eyes, so gentle
they offer me no mercy
My senses spin into the night
reaching out for solid ground
I clutched her to hold me steady
If there be a heaven
I know I'm there
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