Amor Crucifixus
the places of ache are not easily revealed until veils recede at the behest of nightfall and then comes dismemberment sinews of craving clipped and stripped unrectified of their purposes while tawdry clouds of thought stay unwanted and unwelcome the seamstress draws breath knowing well that alone she owns the steely thread that unconditionally could salvage this impunity but only open eyes can see the justice of such a love Jfw
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I was alone. I am alone. I will be alone. But why People always lie? I can't hear it Every time! And then They try to come Back. And i Don't understand it. Why?
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