| Dismal grin onto still born lust
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| Like a whisper in a thousand other’s rut
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| Slow and underestimated, dismissed touch
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| The ferocious disgust pilfers the frail one’s blood
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| I wish I felt torment
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| For knowing casts a shade on suns
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| Expired for all moments
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| A comfort that itself outdoes
|
| I miss this seditious revelation of your suns
|
| The fierce intimation, the abandonment for once
|
| But silence girds what regret should smother
|
| For in the end there lies no end in my hands or any other’s
|
| I wish I felt torment
|
| For knowing casts a shade on suns
|
| Expired for all moments
|
| A comfort that itself outdoes
|
| I wish I felt torment
|
| For knowing casts a shade on suns
|
| Expired for all moments
|
| A comfort that itself outdoes
|
| Whatever Nothing I feel with no utterance it reigns
|
| Whatever torment prevails, expires me
|
| Dismal grin to still-born lust like a whisper in a thousand other’s rut
|
| Slow and underestimated, dismissed touch
|
| The ferocious disgust pilfers the frail one’s blood
|
| I miss this seditious revelation of your suns
|
| The fierce intimation, the abandonment for once
|
| But silence girds what regret should smother
|
| For in the end there lies no end in my hands or any other’s
|
| I wish I felt torment
|
| For knowing casts a shade on suns
|
| Expired for all moments
|
| A comfort that itself outdoes
|
| I wish I felt torment
|
| For knowing casts a shade on suns
|
| Expired for all moments
|
| A comfort that itself outdoes |