View In the dustbowl of your affection Amid the mixed essences of perfume. Empty jars of night cream protection glint faintly in the gloom' Strangely the view appeals I was not attuned to your innocence Against these odds it feels that my spirit has no defence. My emotion has no clarity of design.... Sign in to see full entry.
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