The desire of another
The desire of another, seeing what I can’t see when felt by your thoughts, transparent enough to see your motives, I bother not, the feeling that tarries in my soul. The constant reminder reverberates with despair, confined, and confused the darkness inhabits the haven in my soul… and with light could I not repeal the doubt and immoral delight, or could her delight!! yes be immoral….. do they not dwell In ones society to think thy heart is not refine, for I see no resemblance from her soul to mine and should I try, yes even when I thirst no more to yield no more the love of foolish arrays, when you once had, yes the desire of another……
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