○
My
Skin is pinned down
In crumbles to your sorcery
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And
You've reigned
Supreme_a being
Bottling me in your whims with cursory
○
Unkindly
You've muse me to corruptions
But in the depths of your cravings
○
Every
Gentle kiss on the neck
Rhymes my whole body
In thunder-storms raving
○
In
Your eyes
Are thousand poker-portraits
Fashion amongst diamonds to spot
And set lose blown prides
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You
Have shackled my mind
With what seem like pink ivys
And I'm charged with effervescent
So let's ride
○
The
Comfort zones
The undying desires
Of whence poets hold pencils
And write in the skies
Hoping the times stride them not dry
○
But
Now
Let me touch your body and learn
The language you speaks
For your sensual voice louds and echoes
The meanings of all the totems
The pre-colonial gods cried
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A Sorcery Captive
Historian E.Lexano
○Recalcitration With Excellence○
○Still Your Favourite Romantic Poet○
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 5:48 AM UTC
○
My
Skin is pinned down
In crumbles to your sorcery
○
And
You've reigned
Supreme_a being
Bottling me in your whims with cursory
○
Unkindly
You've muse me to corruptions
But in the depths of your cravings
○
Every
Gentle kiss on the neck
Rhymes my whole body
In thunder-storms raving
○
In
Your eyes
Are thousand poker-portraits
Fashion amongst diamonds to spot
And set lose blown prides
○
You
Have shackled my mind
With what seem like pink ivys
And I'm charged with effervescent
So let's ride
○
The
Comfort zones
The undying desires
Of whence poets hold pencils
And write in the skies
Hoping the times stride them not dry
○
But
Now
Let me touch your body and learn
The language you speaks
For your sensual voice louds and echoes
The meanings of all the totems
The pre-colonial gods cried
○
A Sorcery Captive
Historian E.Lexano
○Recalcitration With Excellence○
○Still Your Favourite Romantic Poet○
