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A euphoric sense of freedom
Agony, aching, for pain
Thy distress a pure hymn,
sung from depths.
Your misery, my euphoria
The song that sings to me,
flourishes through your torment.
A crippling affliction,
given by My Sadism.
Thy distress a pure hymn,
sung from depths.
Your misery, my euphoria
The song that sings to me,
flourishes through your torment.
A crippling affliction,
given by My Sadism.
Published 10th Mar 2023
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Anonymous
10th Mar 2023 8:23pm
I always get a little bit excited when I see your poems in my updates.... and now I really remember why.
This is fire burning at an uncharted level.
Thank you for sharing it with us.
It's such a pleasure to see you 🦋
🌹 💙
This is fire burning at an uncharted level.
Thank you for sharing it with us.
It's such a pleasure to see you 🦋
🌹 💙
