Caress me
Slowly
Blow away
The bad dreams
Embrace when the
Nightmares
Take away
All
That
Is left
Of my Sanity
A far fetched
Reality
Pray for me
With your
Lips
Of
Sin
I will loose
If
You want to win
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Less Than A Century
PoetryA collection of words I decided to call poetry. It takes only one To break To fix To live To die for To strive To be cruel To finally break To complete A Century
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Caress me
Slowly
Blow away
The bad dreams
Embrace when the
Nightmares
Take away
All
That
Is left
Of my Sanity
A far fetched
Reality
Pray for me
With your
Lips
Of
Sin
I will loose
If
You want to win
