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Dolor; O, quam potens sit Sine misericordia Non unciae Hic ego pono Contritum et cruentis Reliquit meum cogitationes In aeternum solus In aeternum mittitur ad tenebras Culpa plagis meus valde et anima Numquam me dimittere Cuniculus in carne mea Sculptura se nidum sanguinis et os - Jay M May 21st, 2019 English translation: Pain; Oh, how powerful it be Without an ounce Of Mercy Here I lay Broken and bleeding Left to my own thoughts Forever alone Forever cast to darkness Guilt plagues my very soul Never to let me go Tunnel into my flesh Carve itself a nest of blood and bone. - Jay M May 21st, 2019
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May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 9:25 PM UTC
Dolor | Pain
Dolor; O, quam potens sit Sine misericordia Non unciae Hic ego pono Contritum et cruentis Reliquit meum cogitationes In aeternum solus In aeternum mittitur ad tenebras Culpa plagis meus valde et anima Numquam me dimittere Cuniculus in carne mea Sculptura se nidum sanguinis et os - Jay M May 21st, 2019 English translation: Pain; Oh, how powerful it be Without an ounce Of Mercy Here I lay Broken and bleeding Left to my own thoughts Forever alone Forever cast to darkness Guilt plagues my very soul Never to let me go Tunnel into my flesh Carve itself a nest of blood and bone. - Jay M May 21st, 2019
Some Latin poetry
#latin#dolor#pain
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20/GF/the void
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 9:25 PM UTC
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