cure his heart

There’s a look on her face, in the light. By generalizing, we can seem to prove anything while proving nothing. Being young is having favorites. I won’t forgive bad writing. The underground ground out tunes of a different cloth, taking lyrics into the dark cynicism of the Beats, Burroughs translated into musical media. Strike dear mistress and cure his heart. Lyrics finding a home deep within delights and fights, wrestling holds.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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