[upon that hallow brow]
upon that hallow brow i must restore, that which made you the man i adored. retract your pride stomach your free will that which made me love you still. i forged my heart in your promiscuous heat from whence the day our pilgrim eyes first did meet. it was then i felt infatuation's kiss, there and then - my heart you dismissed. i've fetished o'er you - this. . . . . . empty boy, around his fingers - these emotions he toyed. you coyly romanced me and caught me in your net entangled, threatened and in constant regret. that my steely heart could ever be sweetened yet damaged by your passion and mercilessly beaten. your innocent charms transfigured marked by eager desire had reduced me to ashes set by your careless fire. has hurt consumed me all? how was it that i was killed? if whence i first touched you seemed emptier still? Written February 8th, 2002 © on Feb 08 2002 09:56 AM PST 0 • 8
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"upon that hallow brow..."