She slaps to the left, to the right, My love here is not worth the fight, Mine hour in public…
Abduction y’Nature
I walk among you, in the streets I go, Peering through your windows, admiring my solitude, The wet pavements soaked…
Born solitude
Fallen high and from the mount steep greatly made, Shrieks of horror the utmost still hath shunned awry, Fettered and…
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