Pain 'Infinitian'
PAINS DEEP DOWN RAISE SLIGHT FROWNS, TO DROWN—
OUT LOVE— IN PLACE, CRIES MORE HATE…
ILLS OF HATE, LENDS ONE FATE—
NO LOVE, MUCH TOO LATE…
TO REACH THIS STATE—
ENDS WE MEND…
REIGNS OUT—
SIN
October 7, 2015
Copyright © Dbate Arkaik | Year Posted 2015
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