Emotions, fears, expectations, anticipation, secrets, affairs of the mind and the heart..spoken in whispers, echoed in the dark, and now today, in the open here they lie...brushed in ivory-our confessions.
I loved a selfish man, paid in kind for my transgression, with his cruelty too much to bear, my love has mutated to hate, and it burns as sulphuric, at the walls of my heart,
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