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By Alexzandria Samonte Submitted by annski808 Date: 2015 Jun 03 Comment on this Work [[2015.06.03.20.14.20326]] |
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Morning bitterness shine into my face The grace of darkness simply splash like an amber grain Love and devotion’s far from laughter in the rain My heart’s jaded I left a concealed part of my wounded past That you just keep on reopening in vast Your immaturity kills me And your sick ideas of romance and relationship That is based on bondage and dominance I’m leashed, tied in strings, gagged and blindfolded With an art of scripted breathing The clocks tick Opportunities amissed Here I am in a fake bliss Victim of my own demise Circling in a volition of lies |