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Why’d you let her go btw? She was so pretty and I’m sure you had a real chance... shame to let a connection like that go. I’m sure you’ll figure it out though, @worrywrite. You’re a smart guy.
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@worrywrite you aren’t going cold are you old man? But I have so many things planned for us to do together... it would be a shame to fade away now.
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In my dream appeared a devil. And she, Slim in beauty, and elegantly dress'd, Wore a mark upon her tan silken breast. Soft, passionate delights she offered me And only wear her lips to pay her fee. The offer I thought to be truly blessed, To wear her mark upon my heart and chest. That was what her genlte words promised me. I took her words, her lips, I took her hand. She bid me to her arms, to taste of flesh. Touching heat to skin, soft marked my heart, No sooner did I love than I was damned. Lost now to sweet women, pure, young, and fresh. I was quietly stolen in her art.
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In my dream appeared a devil. So she, Slim in beauty, and so lightly dressed, Wore a mark upon her smooth olive breast. She offered me delights, and to agree But wear my lips ‘round her neck, bear her fee. What she spoke, left me morally stressed, To wear her mark upon my heart, my chest. These are what her soft words promised to me. And I, wishing otherwise, took her hand. She bid me to her arms, to taste of flesh. Touching heat to skin, soft marked my heart, No sooner did this than I was damned. Lost now to sweet lovers, pure, young, and fresh. I was stolen away by her keen art.
#poem#poetry#heard you were talking about me#thought I'd set you straight.#the years fade the memories
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Precluding Aphorisms
Is it more of a sin for a sinner to do what they do best or for a saint to go against their nature?
If there is darkness in a man’s heart, he must be dark as he is inside or bright enough to banish shadow.
Where there is sin there are sinners waiting.
The serial sinner waits in the daylight for his next victim, the next face he will devour in his thoughts.
Somewhere in Hell, there is an angel weeping vantablack.
“Perhaps one day, there will be no darkness in the universe.” Mused the hopeful demon.
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