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Death is knocking at her door, my dear friend greets him warmly. Come in, come in...it's time to go home.
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Sal needs a private eye to get her out of a covert ops mess.
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"Mors ultima linea rerum est - Death is the last boundary-string of things" - Horace
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“Cruelty has a human heart, And jealousy a human face Terror, the human form divine, And secrecy, the human dress” - William Blake
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My dear friend, mentor, writer, encourager, and passionate creator passed away in January 2010 - the world lost someone special that day and a silent ..
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A tribute to the ocean...
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The scent of your soul lingers,
With whispers of your breath.
Warming my innards deep,
A sweet sublime of ecstasy.
Writhing tendrils vining &lsquo..
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The path is littered with pieces of me…
Of you…
Us.
Trampled
Smashed
Thrown against the wall.
Shattered dreams.
Broken wills. ..
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The key to sharing a wild soul is to make him or her feel like they can be freer with you than with anybody else.
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Being me is never enough...
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