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Calling my husband speak to me a voice blood moon arise come out the void Passion intense feeling are those your hands or coldness going up the spine Could you be stroking my neck whispering to me our final words this over whelming sense of arousement I know I only have one night to be with you as long as my eyes are closed you can never leave blood moon red sky at night powers you dwell stopped my grief of the demise
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Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 5:19 AM UTC
Blood Moon
Calling my husband speak to me a voice blood moon arise come out the void Passion intense feeling are those your hands or coldness going up the spine Could you be stroking my neck whispering to me our final words this over whelming sense of arousement I know I only have one night to be with you as long as my eyes are closed you can never leave blood moon red sky at night powers you dwell stopped my grief of the demise
#love#loss#husband#wife#fight#moon#feeling#feel#sad#death
michael-hill
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Powell river
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 5:19 AM UTC
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