The darkness comes seething through,
Beloved angel, revered friend.
Cold memories shape the knowledge,
Of memories unsurpased.
Keep walking in misery never knowing,
Where you first began, where to go.
Desire can make the man kneel,
A long suffering for the touch of satin.
Kisses so sweet they reek of honey.
Sensations of pure pleasure,
Welcome you to your grave.
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jmalitz1
21:36 Jul 07 2009
wow that is good