Jessel Jane Tevar Toring Biography

I inquired of him the best thing
to choose: life or death.
Without a beat, he whispered 'death'.
And so I shot him;
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The hands that write what lips would dare not say
and eyes that mock what mind would dare to play
of nights lost in the deepest thoughts of him
that dares to say the holiest name of names.
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I asked the moon to drink with me tonight;
he just gave me a heavy sigh,
as though he heard that plea from me
a thousand times before.
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Weeping for ones who in darkness lie,
the ones who in distress have sold their helpless souls;
for ones who have been born only to die...
perhaps for ones they never knew at all.
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Heart, believe me.
That was just a night.
How fool it is for my mind
to linger his words this way;
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