Forward the message
Letter to selfish plots
Caught between plight
It just might
Have a name
That is unfounded
"But what is it?"
All the Cupids'
Will ask
Just love
Contamination
Feeling under a dreadful sun
Waiting for
The dome who is
Wanting a soul
In Paris
Upon a boulevard
With the name of a saint
I discover
That toward an atmosphere of passion
You might have almost had me
But
You must
Understand Ulysses
That I tried
Toward your
Solemn town
Ground of rot
In ruin
A dreadful valley
Hoping for god
Aching in pain
Celebrating gain
Where is the sanity?
Here is your home
Is there no guilt?
Many questions
Laced with diamonds
Donny's dreams
Not mine
I sight a sponge
Without a name
So leave
Condemnation
And descent
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