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Winter's RestTrebled echoes winter’s most beloved rest, whose bosom comforts upon my country, in her cool and chaste refrain of peace b..

I RememberI remember there was snow that day. A little boy was alone in the park. The air was still and the swings didn’t move. The ..

Gold and Silver PromisesIn the mist where silence stills, the heat too cold to flutter, there came for one too fortunate, warm words he bro..

Crescent PinkDeeply touched between legs, her pink crescent folds, open to moist desire, unleashing pleasure of sinister blues. Trai..

I Miss the RainI don’t want to burn. I don’t want to live. I don’t want to try. I don’t want to give. I don&rs..

A child’s innocence thrives in moonlight. Our pale mother watches over us when we are at our most vulnerable �" alone and curled up in..

Disappearing is easy. It’s easier when you’re the lead singer in rock band. Cigarette and pot smoke lingers of the audience. Music and ..

A Brittle BoxI will see you in the box, your spirit crowned by cold nails, and locked within, no escape. Your silence is won and eternal...