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My Personal Curse
There is only one person to whom I wish to expose myself so fully, and in truth I am here only because I do not wish for them to see me as such. If you are the one I am so blessedly possessed by, welcome. To all others,... Please be gentle.
---Your Slave to Love---
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Seeing you hurt hurts me
Feeling you sob makes me weak
Knowing that I am the cause is like torture
And seeing you die is my cancer
Trust me or not
Love me as you will
It matters none
I love you in the ways that I know how
And one day I will die laying out at your feet
And to save yourself, my blood will be on your hands
That is how it was meant to be
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Feeling you sob makes me weak
Knowing that I am the cause is like torture
And seeing you die is my cancer
Trust me or not
Love me as you will
It matters none
I love you in the ways that I know how
And one day I will die laying out at your feet
And to save yourself, my blood will be on your hands
That is how it was meant to be
When a slave becomes a groom[/align:72cf834193]
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WHEN, wanton fair, the snowy orb you throw,
I feel a fire before unknown in snow.
E'en coldest snow I find has pow'r to warm
My breast, when flung by Julia's lovely arm.
T'elude love's pow'rful arts I strive in vain,
If ice and snow can latent fires contain.
These frolics leave: the force of beauty prove,
With equal passion cool my ardent love.
Christopher Smart
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