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Soul SexualI am soul sexual. What matters this skin bag we wear? Deep down, within.....I rely on my ability to
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Feb 1, 2014
The Dark Place on Page ThreeLately her dreams have been playing out like the beginning / Of a clichéd dime store horror novel /
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Apr 8, 2013
A Samhain StoryThe smell was gagging her. / She no longer felt the constant agony which was a relief but the smell
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Apr 8, 2013
Plunge DeepPlunge deep into my soul that shank made of bone. It is when my back is turned away from you. As you
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Apr 8, 2013
La Douleur ExquiseShe drives up to the old building like she has done every other day for several months. / Turns off
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Apr 8, 2013
Empty No LongerThis man upon whose face I have yet to gaze / Blew into the wind / A seed which has taken root and s
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Sep 13, 2012
Silent EdgeStanding on the edge I look down upon cloud shadows and rising winds wild with leaves. Spirits cryin
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Sep 13, 2012
Falling...Having fed on your mortal essence, over come by the intoxicating mixture, I ride across the skies, u
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Sep 13, 2012
Always the intermissionAlways the intermission / waiting...... / buying juju beans standing on red carpet / Forever an afte
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Sep 13, 2012
UntitledUntitled / We once surrendered to desire / Willingly forging ourselves to delicious heights / At nig
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Sep 13, 2012
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