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Abused Kleonike i again know fear,
Though if a thousand hearts were fashioned for thee.
No tear would answer, in them thou would'nt peer.
For i hath profaned and blasphemed thy glory.
I hath sacked the sacred city of thy emotions,
Thy name i hath sh*tt*d upon.
My breath is filled with deathly hemlock potion.
These aren't noble eagle but vulture feathers of carrion.
I run now to repentance,
Like a dog who runs to a bowl,
That has no sustenance....
Except remembrance of it being whole.
In vain i recall, blood elf women are skinny....
The only thing i can say...is Im truly and unconditionally sorry.
- by XCu_ComghallX |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/13/2012 |
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- Title: Sonnet V of Paris
- Artist: XCu_ComghallX
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- Date: 11/13/2012
- Tags: sonnet paris
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