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The illusion of my love Both miscreant and ascetic Produced a delicious angst.. What instinctive prequisition Fertilized this condition? Were those confused And forlorn thoughts But an imitation of bliss? In my self-imposed cage Alien questions Played chase with me.
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Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 1:50 PM UTC
My Cage
The illusion of my love Both miscreant and ascetic Produced a delicious angst.. What instinctive prequisition Fertilized this condition? Were those confused And forlorn thoughts But an imitation of bliss? In my self-imposed cage Alien questions Played chase with me.
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Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 1:50 PM UTC
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