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Jack Thompson May 2015
The passion of my heart.
Could wear the river rocks to dust.
Relentless like the tides of moons.

The passion of my heart.
Could travel any distance.
It knows no barrier like the fading Ozone.

The passion of my heart.
Could melt with invisible fire.
Like the polar ice caps.

The passion of my heart.
Could feed the hungry.
Full of Endless substance.

The passion of my heart.
Could be inconceivably large.
Rivaling the Sun and the stars.
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015
Love Nov 2014
Ploratus
There’s nothing left to save.
Ploratus
The end has come.
Ploratus
Her elixir, eternal bliss
Ploratus
A nemesis of old
Ploratus*
All the price of dalliance
ploratus, a latin word, roughly translates to cry

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