Before the fall
Pain
Like rust
You confused it for salt
It felt as intense as pleasure
Joy
Like oil
You confused for molasses
It felt like a balm to all your wounds
Love
Like fire
You confused it for candlelight
It felt like you could blow it out
C.C. Hawthrone
Stati d’animo più frequenti
Temi più frequenti
Poesie
One of Seven sins
It still crys out for help
Occasionally
It still raises its hand
Predominantly
It still asks for the will power
Accidentally
Is it scared when humiliated?
It doesn't divulge
Does it chase what is theirs?
Sometimes
Does it beg?
Never
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