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Jul 13, 2009
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GET THEE TO A MONASTERY
GET THEE TO A MONASTERY
I'm no Trappist monk
Not this hunk
But you see
My days of wild are wilding down.
I've given too much of me
Left with a torn soul
A heart broken many times and more.
I'm weary of the game
Sadly the same as the one before.
No lyrics to sing to.
No music to dance to.
Strange melancholy
This.
— Geremia, Jul 13, 2009
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yenti
16 years 10 months ago
Longo
Geremia
16 years 9 months ago
Thanks