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Memoirs of the Cenobite

Judge me not by mistakes that Ive made, so much more than a few,
Judge me not by some fate, softest whispers to seductions sate
Not against love, nor by means of this world, my only perfect love,
Doubt not
Shall this heart be outweighed?
Shall this fire be ruled, or these needs not be soothed

Fill your soul of passions blind


Lay your burdens down
Drink you from the spring of youth

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