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FIND YOUR PRETTY BEAST

FIND YOUR PRETTY BEAST

I’m sick of these words

Feeble attempts to qualify the heart with papers of the pen

For how do I describe fear, faith or even fate

Love made me empty, after draining me full

I pass and bolt with the baton called passion

Where I run to, I know not

But I sure as dawn know who am out after

I seek my pretty beast and I want her to tell me why she brought me here…

SSS

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2 Responses

  1. Please when she does tell you why she brought you “here”, please share. I too I am in a similar place as you were.

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