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From the beginning, and To the end. I feel your indignation towards My existence; your displeasure towards My presence. The mockery of your embrace Holding me tightly within Your arms of despair. Moral conceptions offended by Your deliberate misbehavior. Your kiss saturates my spirit with vexation, Attempting to convert my heart with Poison and bitterness. We both want change for Reasons we cannot agree; a scandal That transgress Love’s institution. I will neither yield to your disgrace Nor entertain your dishonor. Remove me from this circumstance, take away The memories of your offensive actions. With my last breath I plead, Accept me for who I am please, just leave Me alone.
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Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 12:33 AM UTC
Days of April
From the beginning, and To the end. I feel your indignation towards My existence; your displeasure towards My presence. The mockery of your embrace Holding me tightly within Your arms of despair. Moral conceptions offended by Your deliberate misbehavior. Your kiss saturates my spirit with vexation, Attempting to convert my heart with Poison and bitterness. We both want change for Reasons we cannot agree; a scandal That transgress Love’s institution. I will neither yield to your disgrace Nor entertain your dishonor. Remove me from this circumstance, take away The memories of your offensive actions. With my last breath I plead, Accept me for who I am please, just leave Me alone.
Copyright David Jones 2012 http://1meremortal.me/2012/04/11/days-of-april/
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Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 12:33 AM UTC
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