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Orphani
Jul 04, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

my love is a lone wolf

when the night has spoken with all its voices
you form the contours of my hand
and I will love you
when the scream of their red engines
narrows my ears from your music
and the nails of their reason are torn
from the palms of my hands
into your heart
of the lone wolf.
— Orphani, Jul 04, 2010

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Seren

15 years 11 months ago

Dearest B … sublime poem

Dearest B ... sublime poem ... the stigmata of love love and biggest hugs JC Happy Fourth of July :D (Quote~~"It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree. "--Charles Baudelaire)
Seren

Seren

15 years 11 months ago

And, your form is in the

And, your form is in the contours of my hand just an idea on reread love and hugs JayCee x x x (Quote~~"It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree. "--Charles Baudelaire)