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I canst not sleepeth, From the fact I think of her More than she knoweth, Mine appetite for her doth groweth.... For her, I'm a hungry beast... Tis a beast a man becometh, When its an angel who engulf's him.  And mine angel, Is mine all to me... Mine mi amour'... ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry
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Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
Hungry beast of a man
I canst not sleepeth, From the fact I think of her More than she knoweth, Mine appetite for her doth groweth.... For her, I'm a hungry beast... Tis a beast a man becometh, When its an angel who engulf's him.  And mine angel, Is mine all to me... Mine mi amour'... ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry
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Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
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