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Betray me not with silken thread lest I die upon your bed. Do not let thine legs grow still to merely catch what you must kill. Oh the sorrow that beseech mine eye to see the beauty and know it's lie.

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American

Published: Sep 23, 2010
LinesWords: 1441

Notes: copyright September 2010
also seen on my Flickr account with photo included under username CMSi

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