Ten years hence, he mouths regret in sunken, cloudy, and endless purgatory fixes vice clutched tight to memories beautiful and fascinate on lusty cave sat girl wide eyed lips glossed and plump...the King of Clubs seduce glittery sweat ecstatic diminutive deaths as fireworks flame out fast...gone...gone alone lonely wrecked as a ship on wave swept languid rocks waiting for a patient peace. Anxious and fearful, my heart embrace the soul once whole now lost in people places and whose distant appeal cuts through to injure that fragile
being. Allow grace to comfort and ease your battered bruised
constitution. Freely, a safe path lies ahead lit by candle mine. Its
incandescence serves the wiser more vulnerable man.
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