Lesson 44

Mere mortal men commit their sin
but goddesses are who’re infected.
How many, I’ve known, lovely women
suffer due the lowest men, defective.
Such is the curse that man has wrought.
Such is the land on which we walk.
Sad are the times, and nothing what
can be said can ever be said enough.




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Written on 2024-11-18 at 05:31

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I like your profound voice
strong like a good coffee
the opening lines are a trigger
2024-11-18