I hear a young man pass me alivened with unsensitivity. He lets his perversion and sexuality seep, while a young girl lies and must weep. The jaws of his looks, seemed to her out of books. They grabbed on to her without haste, his desire, her fire, both unchaste. Perhaps both is at fault, shoving morality into a vault. He knew his intent, and thus let it present. She thought it would be new, something she wasn’t used to. Once again the fairy tale of love’s youth reveals all, even the impregnated, fatile, truth: One night of fire, -- another story left to inspire. How tragic is woman and man when they can not seem to even hold onto a hand?Birth sign: Cancer
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