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she loves scorching hot baths,
so blistering and humid,
that it turns her faded skin,
into a dark rose pigment.
he loves the delicate pleasure..
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I find it quite odd,That the symbol of love,Is not identical in shape to the heart beating inside of us.Maybe it's because,Love is non-existent among ..
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We inhale counter active breathes of the pressures around us,Into our head they go,Scrambling,Dashing,Fluttering,All to places they cannot f..
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A personal narrative from my Sophomore English class about a hero in our life or the hero's journey.
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