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Whiskered feline here at my feet what is it that you want from me a treat, it seems of some kind a pat, a pet to make you feel fine- in return..

The flowers call out a sweet, aromatic tune blooms forth amid the gloom of stormy afternoons making the scene brighter more melodious than th..

Staring at that blank page that is your face bolting doors upon me when I do not follow your embrace as closely as you would like. Staring at t..

Soul slings slender sly slow sweet salivations. My love drags his wet carcass inward swallows his tale spits it out and begs fo..

Angel staked in the smoke of Divorce he beat my soul the smiths will rebel ring that tragic bit of gold the cursed gold my least favorite meta..

Morning lips upon my own with the words 'How did you sleep my love?' The reply, 'I have no idea like shattered lightbulbs not a memory of one..

Ashen fields debris left behind in war torn parts scream for resurrection from the icy decay they have fallen to. Green grass once again wil..

Beneath la lune we cry a tune of redemption and fervor hazy drifts of clouds cover your brightness only to reveal your cyclindrical shape ..

The kindling ignites on this cold May night as we light a fire no matter 'tis the season The cold has come again across our land while me and..

Sweet succulent addictions of nicotine, caffeine in which we partake before thine will upon me brings me to my knees in the effervescent ..