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Look what you've done, my dear... I'm now a paramour of pain - A hater of love An exultant victim A jaunty loser An outsider to my own temple. Look at these hands I've been using for a long time As my powerful instrument To press out the deepest emotions And the dimension of my mind. They're now but feeble tools To grasp what you throw upon me. These wounds I love to see them bleeding Like those brooks overflowing Which make the most beautiful grin in your face. My fragile body which is now lying Waiting for another stone Or another blade Coming from you. Look what you have done to me, my dear... I am looking ahead. Waiting Until You can't stand To see me Dying.
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May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC
Look What You Have Done
Look what you've done, my dear... I'm now a paramour of pain - A hater of love An exultant victim A jaunty loser An outsider to my own temple. Look at these hands I've been using for a long time As my powerful instrument To press out the deepest emotions And the dimension of my mind. They're now but feeble tools To grasp what you throw upon me. These wounds I love to see them bleeding Like those brooks overflowing Which make the most beautiful grin in your face. My fragile body which is now lying Waiting for another stone Or another blade Coming from you. Look what you have done to me, my dear... I am looking ahead. Waiting Until You can't stand To see me Dying.
I'm not the one in that old picture frame...
#love#loser#hands#victim#hater#breaker
Marguerite
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Marguerite
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC
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