Please I ask of you to give me your forgiveness.
Sometimes I lapse into these states of forgetfulness.
Of all the things I have told you I haven’t even told you my name.
I am the one that they...
The Day of The Dead 2
In my dreams I see the flames listlessly in the torches
They burn angrily in an eternal hell much like my soul
Soft whispers from nowhere as I run
Forever in debt to the ones before us
The Despair of Love Part 3
Would you pick door number one?
Would you choose love that scalds,
a love that quickens, sears, and sanctifies?
The option is ours to flirt,
to skirt the margins of that amatory fire,
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