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a warrior, alive, bruised, mutilated.the swords his teeth, and he h u n g e r sfor the violence, the pain, the nectar, of a storm. he is a warrior; he..
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the dark temple i call my heartwhere the flowers bloomi'm flesh and bloodyou are here???? is lovethe dark temple i call my heart
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the rock walls of the basement stink with mold,tiny passageways of the space between the stonesfilled of snakes and beetles, your best friends.the rot..
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are you the mute dog caught under the porchof an age old house surrounded by trees,found years later mummified with skin tight to bone,dusty throat ra..
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in the grand tapestry of our daysit's memory's tendrils that forever risea story that weaves the past into nowto remind us how to breathe, to kiss, to..
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eyes locked in an intimate connectionthe dance of souls unfurls in tender embraceunspoken words convey my minds devotionsilent conversations, profound..
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hushed contemplationminds intertwined like brancheswavering in thought
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i am a warrior, alive, bruised, mutilated.my swords are my teeth, and i h u n g e rfor the violence, the pain,the nectar of a stormi am a warriori rag..
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