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Bitter

Perhaps I am a predator, My lust addiction’s prey Is the lack of all affection; Few loving words to say. Pity for the maiden Who, naked, sheds a tear For man’s true love, the whitest dove Impure and flies in fear.

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marley-oneill-1

Published: Jan 5, 2010
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