for my poetic passion:
By shalahs
you are the mental poison i have chosen as the blood rush flows and rose cheeks show that no I have not the power to fight the might of warriors whose poetic potion has seeped yes reached within to a depth some would call: sin but i name it according to its origin my form of gin a tonic of tones expressed never repressed or hushed just divinely touched thus, i call it... perfection Written November 4th, 2001 © on Nov 04 2001 12:32 PM PST 20 • 0 • 10
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"you are the mental poison i have chosen..."