Such pestilence
In these words I convey
For my heart was no good
And I got mad
I got bitter
Poignant thoughts
Trod upon these arms
Wisdom needed home
Where it could dominate
And wipe away
The cobwebs in my desires.
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 11:16 PM UTC
Such pestilence
In these words I convey
For my heart was no good
And I got mad
I got bitter
Poignant thoughts
Trod upon these arms
Wisdom needed home
Where it could dominate
And wipe away
The cobwebs in my desires.
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