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Is it love or is it lies? Perhaps both, or neither, Inflamed by need, Quenched by self, Swollen with desire. Imagination fans the fire Until the floorboards creak outside my door - Then I brink for her no more.
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Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 6:32 PM UTC
Sink of the Brink
Is it love or is it lies? Perhaps both, or neither, Inflamed by need, Quenched by self, Swollen with desire. Imagination fans the fire Until the floorboards creak outside my door - Then I brink for her no more.
She-bob, he-bop, a we-bop
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Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 6:32 PM UTC
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