

ITS LOVE.. it makes me screamit was in the dead of night when i awoke from my drunken insomnia, clutching her breast as she pulled away and gave her self to me I stole the chance to feel love un born unto myselfITS LOVE.. it makes me scream
unconscious yet in spirit i felt the pull.
ITS LOVE ITS LOVE and i cant shout about it, but when i let it slip, it slides away to a complex place picks up pace and strives for contemplation,
condemnation seems like small talk now and rejection is a game try to refrain, its done again.
too much too soon im the lover.
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There's no blood thicker than ink
Tir gan teanga, Tir gan anam
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