Quatrain of Heading Out
To find you
I headed out to touch your
soul; rub it's excitement
and let my
teeth
chatter.
I wish to have followed a
sanctified path to your
doorway, I knew
it would matter.
Now I am lost in a nihilistic
quandary, in hopes I
can find your
loving arms
again.
The next time I go after you,
I shall confide in your
love, or tie you up
with a
chain.
Yorktown Disciple
To find you
I headed out to touch your
soul; rub it's excitement
and let my
teeth
chatter.
I wish to have followed a
sanctified path to your
doorway, I knew
it would matter.
Now I am lost in a nihilistic
quandary, in hopes I
can find your
loving arms
again.
The next time I go after you,
I shall confide in your
love, or tie you up
with a
chain.
Yorktown Disciple
Order # 10673
Tie
you
up
with
a
chain
you
up
with
a
chain
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Quatrain of Heading Out - 10673 - Yorktown Disciple
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