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Faint smell of a qualm lovers abiding scent. Just as quickly she was at hand, she went Twirling,tossing, spinning to no swift end, like Saturday park leaves in gyrating wind. I feel something is wrong as time march on. lights like bright whites that singe my sight tonight. Unchaste beings encompass my souls breath, As I tell myself she wont notice it. My mind is split. My teeth full of true grit. I spit before walking to woes dim door. My wife watching her soaps silent, routine. She peers at me with a stark torpid gleam. Fall from grace in her eyes is the story. for true silence is a womans unbridled glory.
Posted on: Thu, 13 Nov 2014 19:18:16 +0000

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