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- Bright pain burns my orbs,  Stabs through the gray.  Salt trembles to spill. Do you not think of me?  “Its not fair,” I long to screech at your back,  Yet I am prostrate before,  Begging your return,...

By: Dirty_D | Category: Love Poems | Score: 5| Added: 11 Jun 2014