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Serendipity my god is this heresy?
for sensual touch and eyes of gold beats my heart, screams my mind. I’m damned this time. to walk far to this near, please my heart with your soul is what I desire. (and this your fire) I’ll ask you this: my reflection in your eyes, tainted or pure? is this uncontrollable mask in the way again? damn him for good damn him tonight this dawn like an angel the dusk now so bleak broken the promise, my promise to keep. Hate my face Hate my soul but look past my mask for I feel no more. I am who I am I am who I was I am who I’m going to be (deep inside) burn it all burn it well burn these feelings to hell. to compose, I do ask. For tonight, let them damn us as well. (c) David Griffin Brown 1997 |
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