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Love,what is this bliss?
Love, what is this bliss, I do not know?
Denied all act of an emotion,
That encases the heart, and clenses the soul.
Solitude, is this all I live for?
Destined-confined to this wild abyss,
Or am I meant to fall on loves path;
Embrace its soft kiss.
Tuesday 5th June 2012 4:42 pm
His Latest Flame/Fugitive
His Latest Flame/Fugitive
Feel like a fugitive in my own life, kind of use to it and enjoy it. Filling the gap where your life and love should be. Do you know how fucking alone I am now? That doesn't matter. My views go to ink, captured in my poems. What will you think when you read it? I know you exist, somewhere. If you didn't, I'd be totally alone. ...
Monday 21st May 2012 6:58 pm
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