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When love stripteases!On the tracks of lust laidthrough the tunnel of lovethe light at the endwas just to tease.
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Please don't stop!There was no pointputting a stopto a conversation,everything flowed okay......besides, no one hada pencil.But maybesomeone lead!
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When love rolled a generation.There was a time,a generation or two ago;when rolling hills of flowers adoredwere picked and offered as sharing,when the..
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ink on thoughts took me on this ride.
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The belief?Was not the cross to carry,too heavyfor the beliefthat helpwas on its way.
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This butterfly would not settle!On the attempt torecapture youth,I tried pulling offthe wings of time,but this butterflywas too quick and elusive.
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What is this thing called Love?What is this notionof love you dare,to strip you bare,devouring all your sensesyou eagerly displayon a platter we share..
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A nightcap of madness.In the land of sleep all mine,confusion rides on insomnia's intrusion.An unexpected knock, knockopens to Queen Guineverewanting ..
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The Dead Ghosts Society.Welcome everyone!Glad you could all come!I see some have just appearedwhile others have floated in.Each had their own vernacul..
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The doctor said it was a sugar overdose!Her perfume coilsaround my nostrilswith full lips that murmuredto be kissedin a voice as dulcetas honey.I kiss..
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