

PsalmStep into the light where you don't look so pure and let me count the ways I love you. Your hands were never pilgrims but I like how they find my skin in the dark and your lips never touched God but they are divine psalms on my hips and your thighs, never dainty angels, look almost holyPsalm
against my sheets...
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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Life would be longer if we did things out or our norm. Things worth remembering.
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You drop a coin into the sea, and shout out, "Please, come back to me...!"
"Just fear me, love me, do what I say and I will be your slave..."
I hate the way you love.
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Life would be longer if we did things out or our norm. Things worth remembering.
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[ AR-3 My Expression... ]
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You drop a coin into the sea, and shout out, "Please, come back to me...!"
"Just fear me, love me, do what I say and I will be your slave..."
I hate the way you love.
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[ AR-3 My Expression... ]
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