Good feeling, please hold faded memories of these cold hands will never be old, tame and never be bold.
I dream of the end and pray to be the hero that plateaus and anthems are sang for all to hear it.
Get behind me like a simple, life is simple, little nympho. Justify your sorry state it's never fate for death to take but find you've always been inside my filthy, liar, pleasurescape.
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Author:
Akamykowski (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is where I am and have always been.
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