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In the midst of confusion,do you suppose,you could gather your senses to save even a foe?In the drowning city of reeking displays,the overpaid idiot,t..
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You can feel my touch in the whispers of the breeze,to surround you with the lost love you can not see.My body wraps around youas I did many times bef..
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I woke with tremors befitting a Parkinson's Patient.Dripping with night sweats.My mind unnerved with no grasp of the causeI go to shower and rinse the..
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A sigh escapes me.Back arched towards you,bringing you in closer,closer,without touch,just the heat that radiates off of your skin.Time ceases to exis..
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I can feel the ants crawlingup my spine and through my neckthey creep with malicious intentfor this is not where I liveI feel the need to tear at piec..
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Still processing
still strong
still writing...
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I thought I was getting better.Now I am not so sure.The trembling in my heart spreads to my hands,then to my entire body.I feel this need to run,as fa..
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Passionate are the lips that conquer mine,soft, sultry heat,no barriers,no walls,no stones to cast upon my soul,from time,we steal moments,just to fee..
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For far too longI have gone with the flow.The flow of trafficnow, seems unnervingly slow.My instinct goes againstall that is known...I feel,I hear,I s..
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How many ways must I sufferin order for you to know my pain?Is truly any other?Are there any more complaints?Mine mind's a racerthat's a fact.I often ..
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