Beating a hope long lost now found, in pain,
Pounding in heat until broken and sore,
Bleeding and torn in a taboo domain,
Piercing down through to the centre, the core.
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Soft Curses of Angels - Volume 4 - Wish for The Wicked
PoetryAm I a boy imitating a man or a man still thinking he is a boy? I may never know. Welcome to the latest edition to my chronological anthology of bad poetry. Estimated age at time of writing 29-Present I both thank and apologise to any soul who tak...
