Madrigal Posted July 9, 2008 Report Share Posted July 9, 2008 Those dark orbs upon your eyes That cling, tell of demise Where there is none. They carve an individual stamp That turns your skin so damp Where tears did fall. This cratered scar, a pink That tints your skin Where makeup reigns. And your credibility, Your own humanity, Are gone with your compassion: Only fools would wish themselves calamity. Link to comment
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