sycophant Posted October 1, 2004 Share Posted October 1, 2004 Commonplace casualty. To life's foibles prone. Curve, scent, softness anew. Agonies plain yet unknown. Pandora familiar. Sister, mother, crone. Whisper softly, slowly sigh. Whimper, cry, moan. Cloying musk of unknowing. Solace savage in tone. Grief is undone. Succor's trespass condoned. Yet we remain fettered. Skin to skin and alone. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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