My emotions, divine fireBurning passion and desireEquanimity had spawnAnd the senses – they are gone Silver tongue and happy wishesTasty meals of meat and fishiesGone like candles in the windAnd to rules I must now bind It’s not bad, I guess. It’s lifePulling out a crude knifeCutting out all my cravingLeaving me on bloody paving On inside now I am hollowThere’s no love and there’s no...
April 26, 2017
gone
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