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....in disguise...
 
....why...even in disguise..
the voice reached and touched
and slumbered...sweet melancholy
yes they touch..

had the name infernos
personae changing masks
i could sense the dense
of petalling verbs that
squeeze and knit and breathe
and live...alife
gods gift for thee
that i envy...
no mask...ever
could behood the flare
that moves with the mighty ebb and flow
the tempest..the timid
the premonition
the passion...the hatred
..the love for the ultimate
sometimes in beauty azure clear...
sometimes in extremest dagger...

...which i chew..
allway..always in sheer astonishment

how i wished the words are mine
how i wish those words were mine..

unveil the mask...they give you away
the words that bouyant around senses
they live...the words...they live

the tempest...