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From The Crucible
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From The Crucible |
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phunkimunkee New Member
since 2003-03-30
Posts 8 |
Mine Alone Never evading my ambient thought Speak not our caress was all for naught Your presence this morn consumed my soul Fill your loneliness that is a black hole A lewd lucid dream was not our embrace I know our true love is but with disgrace It’s your missus who sent me away; not you Like the Snake to Eve, she speaks of me untrue Only you and the forest fathom my game I well know the worth of your good name Beware that my devious deeds rest unknown May that drab woman die, so your mine alone |
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