All of my hours are absent of you…
Oh, how clock cries blue…
The earth spins, despite my cries…
Night passed with no guise…
Nights and days are void of pleasure…
Agony is the only applicable measure…
-Madamchryzl-
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Verify this is what you intended? “are void if pleaure…” Pleasure? 😊💕🌹
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YOU’RE THE BEST. 🖤 Thank you.
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Just part of my Cheerleading duties! LOL 🤣🤣💕
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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🖤 Thank you. 🖤
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Always a joy and pleasure to read and share great posts with followers, My Dear! Hope you have a great day!! 😘💕🎁🌹
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