Spilling from within.

you're every memory, the darkness of the night

the place I loved, once then

and now, the same I lust.

They don't see me as you see me

they can't bring me dreams of hope,

hate and anger,

sings, rife it calls out 

solemn sounds

dainty prayers

Mon affaire. 

 

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[Wondering Mind]

the boudoirs and there little, big secrets.