The memory still haunts me,
like the wild imaging's
of a fevered nightmare.
Torture to my soul,
though your sympathy
holds no role.
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 1:04 AM UTC
The memory still haunts me,
like the wild imaging's
of a fevered nightmare.
Torture to my soul,
though your sympathy
holds no role.
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