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oh how the godsmust have delightedin the amusementof my persistenceof my painas I knockedtime and time againon a doorhe never intendedto open the blood& the bones
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• They think that I am unaware That I don’t know that I am lost.. I do. And yet I also know the way. I have always known the way. But right now, I am in the darkest piece of the path, dodging knotted roots and fallen limbs in the depths of a desolate forest.
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• siren song • I broke my own rules for youcoming up above the waterto seek out the shadowthat blocked the light and found you there searchinglost between two worldswith one foot in the waterand the other on the shoreline so we swam in our sea of sinand I wanted so much for it to
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• ghosts of war • We did the worst things we’ll ever remember For a hero’s ache Unknowingly, too, for the wrong one’s gain They said “you will be the warrior in the garden” and we felt that this must be the path that takes us to that garden someday And, so, we did this..
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• do you know that I cum to you?that I bring myself to ecstasy at the thought of you conquering me?that I ride the surge of pleasure like a boat reaching shore imagining your mouth on my parted lips?legs spread, feet pressing into the bed like ocean waves reaching aggressively for the sandmy back and
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• we are not like them • there are some dayswhen I will kiss your throatbut so many morespent wishing you’d tear into minebecause the worldgets too quietand standing stillbecomes too muchso this animal that lives insidewill start a riotto taste bloodto stop pretendingto be gentleor to like it as suchor that these mundane circlesof
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Don’t fall in love with people like me. We have forgotten how to stay. We are rivers and dandelion seeds. We are hurricane winds and fickle seas. Ghosts of love, never really here, one foot always out the door and the other set to flee.. The lover in me will want to keep you but
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• I am madeto burn the handsof the lesser manand light flamesin thoseproven worthy the blood& the bones •• I have never been for the meek or the weak. It is my intention and purpose to light a blaze in you that burns so fierce and bright you will, at first, not know how to
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I can’t help it… Is it an addiction? The way I seek it out.. The feeling of making them feel good for the first time in a long time.. Or ever even. I know that I get high on it. Being the one that shows them what it’s like to throb again. To long for
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I know you don’t get it… Most won’t. I can see that you are not the type of man to stick his hand in the fire just to see how hot it burns, to know how much heat he can bear understanding he becomes stronger for this test of his will. And you are not
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