..and their fellow weaknesses, of love and hate and them bastard‘s trait, of longing and craving do death‘s raving, of sadness and madness struck off badness, of hope and pray till their decay, of loss and trove beyond the grove, of myths and reality forsaken banalities, of laughter and fun their ease all along, of bridges and towers landscaping plowers, of sewers and sinks below their brinks, of lies and rivers heart full of shivers, of pain and morality betake hospitality, of truth and wonder I stand to cry yonder, of birth and life’s illustrious drive, of far and foregone ones fate does belong, to tales and rumor’s they are loud whispers to ears, our eyes pass the stories and links to the name, the mouth shapes the sin the flesh is no shame, the craving is sacred we behold with despair, how hard is a texture when you are unaware, hands are for feelings their touch is beloved, only fragments keep playing in our minds soft, until we fade in the darknesses, our soul keeps the spirit, loves little warm glow, because in the end we only repent, the things left undone, the feelings not had, rush to your youth, before you’re hushed dead, after all we are just fond of each other’s bond.
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