

MockDo not mock with your sympathies And kind hands, The smile does not bleed enough ivory To sparkle my eyes to blindness. Your words fall deafly at my feet In fragmented well wishes, There to shards and dust for my path. Let this be an end to you And your shining crucifixion For those who grieve that receive Your lighted and framed compassion. Let it dim and fade so that Even the memory will dieMock
On the lips of lushes Who remember your compassion And saint you in tales told To the bottom of their bottles.
also this is my tour through the deviants pages, to get known the people who are `watchin
btw, my homepage is finally up, for those who are disappointed after pushing my website button till yet;
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...follow me into the rabbithole: twitter.com/fantasiox
Namaste’
~Emmanuel
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