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Apr 2018
Drip…..

Drip….

To the floor love falls
Tomorrows yesterdays
Standing
Still in time.

Passion embodied,
Captured by finality.
Tortured by time,
And Seduced by death.

Blackened wings
Vengeance upon the innocent
Promises and
Promises


Love conquers all
By the swords edge.
Strong minds game
Devouring

The
Pure
At
Heart
Marty
Written by
Marty  48/M/North carolina
(48/M/North carolina)   
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