so there is no poetry in my soul tonite. there are no words to thread together in a skein of beauty nor horror. just these feelings. just these things i have inside that i cannot say to those around me
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Even without poetry, you wax lyrical, it is in your blood, coursing through your veins, you cannot control it, and to stop! to cease your life blood, now that my dear is a sin......
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