Whirlpool
All these feelings deep insideSeem to haunt me day and night.
In green pastures
And where satan dwells,
They never go away.
Everyday it's getting worse
In a whirlpool is where I dwell.
Poetry by krii
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Written on 2011-11-04 at 12:28
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