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Cataracts in this woven cavity abstracting any possibilities for those what if stories. chasing pavements of a burning after glow you seem to love me better when I expect from you the worst. Textile appeal becomes a reluctant approval of what your eyes profess and what your lips have sealed. Salt on the wounds that resist to heal; barbarous attempts to suppress those skipping heartbeats. I do not ask much in return for your favor not much but a clean look in my eye; purge out what you **** in and with all the stories, mercy me- -Mercy me for irrevocably admiring your intense appeal and your pretentious heart; which to whom you play roles of Ares to only discover Aphrodite's mark. Mercy me softly and do you not destroy me far beyond subliminal repair; Do not bewilder me a wanderer but mostly, do not condemn my heart to clutter. Mercy me if your words have any meaning and your eyes are not of all deceiving; mercy me. Profess what your eyes confess but your lips have sealed and mercy my poor heart for loving you so.
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Oct 24, 2011
Oct 24, 2011 at 11:55 PM UTC
Mercy Me
Cataracts in this woven cavity abstracting any possibilities for those what if stories. chasing pavements of a burning after glow you seem to love me better when I expect from you the worst. Textile appeal becomes a reluctant approval of what your eyes profess and what your lips have sealed. Salt on the wounds that resist to heal; barbarous attempts to suppress those skipping heartbeats. I do not ask much in return for your favor not much but a clean look in my eye; purge out what you **** in and with all the stories, mercy me- -Mercy me for irrevocably admiring your intense appeal and your pretentious heart; which to whom you play roles of Ares to only discover Aphrodite's mark. Mercy me softly and do you not destroy me far beyond subliminal repair; Do not bewilder me a wanderer but mostly, do not condemn my heart to clutter. Mercy me if your words have any meaning and your eyes are not of all deceiving; mercy me. Profess what your eyes confess but your lips have sealed and mercy my poor heart for loving you so.
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Oct 24, 2011
Oct 24, 2011 at 11:55 PM UTC
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