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From the slightest flare that is to peak, Follows fortuitous desires, so to speak, That churn with an eerie tune, Puffed with a fine wind of perfume - A Bellow of excitement from above the heart, Floating a-mist this bubbling dart - Feelings of wit and humble desire, That speak, speak, speak inside this fire, In hopes that a spark confine this attraction, Which fiddles in time with utmost distraction, Strong urges a-mist a serene confession, That lengthen and lengthen with each dear session - Before the tomb put forth such senseless transgression, In pity and shame, the law's digression.
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Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 7:48 PM UTC
Pearl of Desire
From the slightest flare that is to peak, Follows fortuitous desires, so to speak, That churn with an eerie tune, Puffed with a fine wind of perfume - A Bellow of excitement from above the heart, Floating a-mist this bubbling dart - Feelings of wit and humble desire, That speak, speak, speak inside this fire, In hopes that a spark confine this attraction, Which fiddles in time with utmost distraction, Strong urges a-mist a serene confession, That lengthen and lengthen with each dear session - Before the tomb put forth such senseless transgression, In pity and shame, the law's digression.
When you have such an attraction to someone.. and yet the only thing that holds you back is the anxiety of which your mentality (law) defies what you wish to be true...
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17/F/TX
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 7:48 PM UTC
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