I only wish for the gusto to tell her
The remorse I feel
for the perverse love which I cast upon her
not a lover's quarrel
nor sun rays beaming on us during kitchen chores
rather a beast hunting in the dark knowing she sleeps soundly and safely as a lamb in a pen I created
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 2:19 PM UTC
I only wish for the gusto to tell her
The remorse I feel
for the perverse love which I cast upon her
not a lover's quarrel
nor sun rays beaming on us during kitchen chores
rather a beast hunting in the dark knowing she sleeps soundly and safely as a lamb in a pen I created
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