The things I love have often faced destruction.
Turn away!
For If I gaze into your eyes I fear I may fall in love,
And you are far too pure to gaze upon my mortiferous soul.
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Constellations Of The Mind
PoetryThoughts pulled at random from the jumble of mischief I claim to be my mind.
Mortiferous Soul
The things I love have often faced destruction.
Turn away!
For If I gaze into your eyes I fear I may fall in love,
And you are far too pure to gaze upon my mortiferous soul.