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A mist and fog came rolling in
to wash away or hide our sins.
I hope the first but then again,
I only fear the water.
Be it rain or be it snow
into the tide I shall not go.
What's under waves we'll never know.
For sin was all I brought her.
With rapture laid upon my plate
a feast of what two bodies bake.
The heat of love will not abate
the lust my alma mater.
So teach me ways oh teach me truth
my heart she played it like a lute,
and while you pray I waste my youth,
with Aphrodite's daughter.
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Blake Capps
I started writing to cope with my severe anxiety. I’m still anxious, but hey, at least now I’m also a writer.
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I loved it!!!
Such an unbelievably good flow. Well done sir.