The one glance
the poison of lust. You devour and spit out. You destroy without regret. The Lust.
But Love from above
is like the white roses of passion, purity and true love can with stand hells flames. Though the flames grow hotter and hotter. The flowers bloom and shimmer brighter. The Love.
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The Journal of a Wanted Killer
My Journals is full of poems...its the heart of the murder and a the heart of lover, the soul of the dying
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additcion...i'm a gaia addict...and i know the first step 2 recovery is to admit you have a problem...and i'm ready to take that step
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I Bleed Gaia