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It was a particularly damp Cologne summer night. The sky was heavy velvet sheets. The moon, a far off glimmer of a memory. The streets were slick wit..
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Rupert hovered over the young woman laying on the bed like an ever present wasp, barb extended and waiting, just waiting, to dig it into soft white fl..
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Storm clouds.
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Sometimes it can't be helped,I see you every day,I do my best to give you warning and wisdomBut you wouldn't listen anywaySo now I'm holding my breath..
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To my Beloved,You do not know me but I know you. I know a lot about you. How you look, how you dress, the way you talk and how your voice sounds. You ..
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Some days I do not know why I bother.
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C**k this revolverPress it against my bored headYou are the bullet.
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Something pointless.
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The old '92 sedan limped along the roadside, coated in bird s**t, dirt and a heavy coating of a filmy, brown-red dust. All the windows of the vehicle..
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