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Flowers
Date: 4/26/2017, Categories: Erotic Poems, Author: guiltee
8pm; staring to the bottom of a glass. Here's wishing you happiness again, Unfaithful companion, she left, Refusing to be a slave to this. Misery; nightly I pray for your nakedness. And it does not have a shadow anymore. It is alone without the bright moonlight, Shining iridescent through the small pane, In my shrinking world without any next day. Misery; where when I cum I cry. After moaning - a unique complaint, I twist and my finger turns. And you will always turn me on, Here in this dark world, bar the candlelight. Misery; I leave myself to burst. This is me, Madam, I'm imprisoned by you. Qui, Madam in here, where I exist, if only a little. Poor, poor pussycat you always called me, Hollow word from a hollow world Misery; I see in me a tear. Flowers… Magnolias on a day of September. Do not take anything that lives, Whilst these now lie withered in the vase, Upon the table of life long dreams. Misery; love lies lost in a corner. An emotional stranger calling back, Twisted and damaged, forever. You turned me in thousands of silky knots, Yet why am I so sad?
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