Thursday, November 10, 2005
Satan’s Moans over a Saint’s Salvation
Mad grows my thought of you in absence, now that your play with my heart is at its end. My mind must try once more its might to bend away from Reason’s sophomoric vow, though seas unruly sweep her solemn prow toward my soul’s wild passion to extend thought of those sweet moments I may yet spend...
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