Oh Love...
This heart clangs
back and fourth;
An empty
stacatto!
Blindly I reach
out
For my
treacherous heart lusts
What had ye
turned
Into a slayer of
all things orgasmic?
My mind wavers...
My body craves...
My soul remembers
the hurt
ARGH!
Ye who holds ma
need
Release me, I beg
For I hunger to
wake up from the heartache of promises long dead!
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