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You can see through those eyes, A beast to be unleashed. That melts my will and drives me to him into a place, where the pulpits of sheets and my aching skin merge In clamour of despair Incessant his name He gives such a pleasure, a fiercely collision without even trying down to extenuation where his godly solace raptures me without omission to a sacred harbour that nor heaven,nor hell Have comparisson.
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Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 12:10 AM UTC
His Sacred Harbour.
You can see through those eyes, A beast to be unleashed. That melts my will and drives me to him into a place, where the pulpits of sheets and my aching skin merge In clamour of despair Incessant his name He gives such a pleasure, a fiercely collision without even trying down to extenuation where his godly solace raptures me without omission to a sacred harbour that nor heaven,nor hell Have comparisson.
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Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 12:10 AM UTC
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