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The Poetess and the Pendulum. Sunday, September 12, 2010. Your love is blue, like ocean,. Crashing down in waves. Friday, August 20, 2010. Not a very good one. But its new, and I wrote it off the cuff. Who is the master of my soul? To whom am I enslaved? Who whips my spirit bloody. Til my morals are decayed? Who is the captain of my mind? Who controls my thoughts? Who chains me as intelligence. Just wears away and rots? Who is the ruler of my body? For whom am I tied down. As my remaining innocence.CONTENT
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