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She lay upon the ground spread-eagled on a dark, deserted road waiting to be found as from the distance a Light approached She could not make ou..

Fishing lures may have been the way to capture your heart to mine. But words, I know are truly what your soul inside craves near. And yet ..

My loving son how quickly does he grow with smiles and graces and visions of me in his faces from birth to the tender age of nine has he grown. ..

The attack- the attic nap yarded quilted As the sitter sat before soap operas Her son stole away to the loft molested the four year old girl w..

Those eyes I've sought all my life seem brown to me a doe-eyed man I seek I can not say why I don't eat chocolate but would taste the nuance of..

Her hands were intertwined as she slept as if in prayer he thought which endeared her even more to his aching heart. He dared not wake her but..

We stepped across the threshold into a new enchanting land not knowing how we got there or what might be close at hand. Yet, we did it together ..

The colors spill off the canvas in effervescent hues set to play upon the scene set forth by the mating with my muse who settles back into my sub..

When the windscame I thought they might breath your name to me- When the fires roared I thought your scent would have soared all around me- ..

Smokey cat tendrils past my windowpane outline the passage of what I have been in previous incarnations sliced upon your life within innumerous ..