Heartless the matyrdom of painless agonies
Candle lit of my heart will no more be ignited
The beating of my precious life shall no longer sound
The wings of my guardian angel stops and fall.
Forget this painful misery deject the tantalizing wounds foin in loving we will pain, but being heartless is the state of Divine Invincibility
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
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