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How can someone who fills me with such torment, leave with such joy in life? She's asleep beside me. She leaves my soul burning, but beneath this burning, is a feeling of bliss. A feeling better than any position, or narcotic I've taken in my life. A feeling as euphoric as heaven She is my ****** While I sit here watching, all the good memories that disappear. And I intern, become haunted by everything that taints my affection. As the clock hits quarter to four, I should probably try get some rest. For within the next 24 hours, I've to be ready to welcome this again.
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Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
So She Sleeps
How can someone who fills me with such torment, leave with such joy in life? She's asleep beside me. She leaves my soul burning, but beneath this burning, is a feeling of bliss. A feeling better than any position, or narcotic I've taken in my life. A feeling as euphoric as heaven She is my ****** While I sit here watching, all the good memories that disappear. And I intern, become haunted by everything that taints my affection. As the clock hits quarter to four, I should probably try get some rest. For within the next 24 hours, I've to be ready to welcome this again.
pokkuri
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Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
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