Hmmm Poem by Saint Cynosure

Hmmm



Its not of laughter not of luck,
that all my sins repeating.
Its seems has though my soul is stuck.
and the nastiness nows revealing.
The evil wants and every desire,
that I had coddled in warmth that turned to a fire.
That's way to hot to touch.

Monday, February 1, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: desire
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