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Sensation Toward a Past Regret

This smell
Worshiping her
Breath deep, the fog lingers
Cutting the lungs, the blood runs cold
Obscured emotions, wretched and vile flesh
Perverted and indifferent
Unfiltered, feeble man
Can’t take anymore
Rescind

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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