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I see diamond leaves and wilted trees. The
dead foliage appeals to me. It smells like lemons and an ammonia sting. The
burn goes straight to my nost..
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Midnight on Kings Street, a viral
coronation of past meets future wrapped in this diabolical moment. He
was perched on the top step of Lord Chatterl..
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Charles Fleet comes back to the Chatterley townhouse after fifteen years. Much has happened since. Such as..his new mission, his fathers death, and a ..
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In the Garden of Flesh,
my desires can not come true.
Folds of gray matte with black,
all I hold onto is washed away in
white.
Dare I, open t..
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When I cry, it rainsbeautiful petals-destructivesmearing faults into a mixture of shamedripping down my face.
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If
I wanted diamonds I would work the mines.
Cover
myself in jewels and pretend to be divine.
If
I wanted gold I would sell my so..
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Of all the times where fear has escaped us,once was enough for my soul to take.Tell me the reasons, the reasons for madness.Like the night before Wint..
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Care to show your pleasureas wicked as the day was done.Sliding over my bodymaking us feel like one.Care to tell me what is inthe fading moonlight of ..
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I
began to touch the sun,
and
with a flinch I fear I was burned.
The
tinge of fear could not keep away
brilliant
bleeding flesh.
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i have no idea.
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