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Oh God. How is it I can bear it? When in my unguarded moments, Unbidden, come images of you With me. How is it I can live so close to what I ca..

Softness Smooth skin There, at the join of your neck to your jaw There’s a flesh I have to touch - A flesh I want to kiss, and bite. I kn..

When her dance was over, There were none left; Her enemies had fallen And there was blood on the ground. A small smile graced her face While sc..

Blue sky clouds over Purple shining clouds Reflecting not the sun, but themselves. Wind, gale-force Ripping through the trees Roaring like the ..

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