Friday the 13th, of June 2oo3
By Shawna L.
It is the soul which aches,
for repentence of this sin.
Which is the carnal hunger,
of men.
I shed the skin,
this mortal coil.
That begs for something more...
That forever aches,
of the pure...
Which I have soiled,
with the sins of the world.
And I sit before you;
naked of the robe,
that is my skin.
And beg thee,
Love Be Tue.
Of no common,
simple man.
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