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If I ever loved before, I didn't. The thing,
Resembled broodings of its tribulations.
On the far side of ungirdled, and quiverings
Of garish desires-for whatever reason
Bearing the name of love.
I tried to decipher myself, trapped in
Silences of mortal stakes, but still
Hauled in salt and sweat of errors
Never to be scaled. Read More



