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 Quasimodo

Quasimodo
Quasimodo
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The collar is chafing my neck the people jeer and point and laugh they even tossed some salad at the cart just now
eye could not reach it on the ground though eye am starving the jailors gave me swill again and dumped it on the bed when eye refused it Esmeralda is teasing me again she is dancing out of reach certain they will kill me this time she turned me in she makes so much fun of me the misshapen thing of me this man this lump of misshapen anatomy she speaks to me of love and laughs because it won't it just could not? Oh love the love for her is deep inside of me in heart not meant to leak into the light to start a stirring of desire in Quasimodo's parts? She is relentless in her dancing pranks. The Bell tower was my home.
If only they would just leave poor old Quasimodo all alone.
eye bumped and bumped my hump all night on thinking in my pleasant dream of loving Esmeralda in her waking and her lady. Life is never kind to cripples and some ladies she is never more desirable as now they drag me off my feet and place me out of reach into the cart behind the seat of the jailor as he whips the horses further further onward out of Esmeralda's reach to bury me in agony this humpback
of Notre Dame is crying and writhing and dying yes I'm dying in flames of agony at losing life so preconsciously  
aware of GOD he loves me YES HE'S THERE and as eye go to HIM the ONE eye love the only thing eye miss is Esmeralda fair. Quasimodo


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