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Was I blunt?The point of no returnwas the ENDthe point was...in the marking.
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A quick blast of laughter.Laughter rideson the crest of a jokeas echoes bellows;a smile stretchesthe horizon.
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The table manners on fine dining.When the love turnedinto a love-making feedfest;raw, exhausting a total mauling,a nibble here, a nibble there.Maybe a..
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Her every breath exhaledechoed quiet whisperson the wings of a heartbeatamplified.
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Layers.No matter howmany layersshe applied;new layersto look fresh.The innermost layer of herremained the same....just covered.
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Unmarked grave.Depression hides inan unmarked gravenot to be found;a hidden secret,until it became marked,noticed.
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Quick steps!One could not countthe steps on courtingbeing somewhat ofa hurried affair.
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A case of one by one.A rose losing petalsone by oneslowly floating, falling;a woman undressed,her clothes shedding quickly.She loves meshe loves me no..
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When today vanished.No sooner was I hereI was not....fading, disappearinginto the void ofTomorrow's todayleaving today currentlyin yesterday on passin..
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The elixir of life.The elixir of lifewas not foundin a bottle of wine opened.but in her chaliceof love evermore.Remember, drive her responsibly,three ..
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