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Jun 2010
Oh! Torturous love you can hinder me no more.
Your painful presence cannot leave me wounded for
I am filled with delectable thoughts of another.
I thought my heart dead, perceptible only to your faint memory,
But it is beating once more.
I tell you, ruffian love, I see him in the depths of my dreams!
He has coiled himself around my heart and although it beats in my chest with
persistent pounding
I am at peace.
My mind can rest in his gaze.
My thoughts can sleep in his embrace.
Written by
T Kwinter
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