leftleaving the left i left the leaving she left i left we left i went left she went rightleft
love emulationliving this has not helped me grow, but fall apart even now words written pull the heart strings, but in wrong directions tie them and twist them until they break love spoken is in vane if no action is taken nine days less than one hundred, lesser and lesser still things are changing it seems, but for what? the shadows of those lamps still linger, ever burning but seem to point in another direction young hearts tend to be unsure older hearts tend to worry new hearts are gaining ground nine days less than one hundred, lesser and lesser still my love will return, but will ilove emulation
the promiseshadows of those lights of green linger at the back of the dark room they taunt me, tease me, mock me will those lights ever shine on my face with the same warmth they once held? remberence of soft pink, pressing against mine wet arousing choking, sufficating anxioty ever again will such passion be bestowed? soft curves of silk, smooth hills rolling once trembled by my touch, now so far away unchanged but forgotten rain falling from brown skys, bleeding red lonelyness stabbing heat chasing burning cold encrypted words driven by ones left unsaid filling the dark room with rustedthe promise
I have moved on.
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My bite might not kill but it sure fucking hurts!
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You may not know me or even like me, but I love you. Think about that.
You're going to make heads spin on this sight.
You've got loads o' talent.
So glad you're here.
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