BLINDED NIGHT …and though I love not me I do but cherish your tender heart. I do not feel love within, for or about this sad self and yet alone and craving I am herein able to act in ways that I intend…to nurture you, the fascination of my blinded soul…
BLINDED NIGHT


…and though I love not me I do but cherish your tender heart. I do not feel love within, for or about this sad self and yet alone and craving I am herein able to act in ways that I intend…to nurture you, the fascination of my blinded soul… poem stories
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BLINDED NIGHT …and though I love not me I do but cherish your tender heart. I do not feel love within, for or about this sad self and yet alone and craving I am herein able to act in ways that I intend…to nurture you, the fascination of my blinded soul…

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