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 © Joseph Silva | Year Posted 2006
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