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Nevermore! by Michael R. Burch (after Edgar Allan Poe) Nevermore! O, nevermore! shall the haunts of the sea —the swollen tide pools and the dark, deserted shore— mark her passing again. And the salivating sea shall never kiss her lips nor caress her ******* and hips, as she dreamt it did before, once, lost within the uproar. The waves will never **** her, nor take her at their leisure; the sea gulls shall not claim her, nor could she give them pleasure ... She sleeps, forevermore! She sleeps forevermore, a ****** save to me and her other lover, who lurks now, safely covered by the restless, surging sea. And, yes, they sleep together, but never in that way ... For the sea has stripped and shorn the one I once adored, and washed her flesh away. He does not stroke her honey hair, for she is bald, bald to the bone! And how it fills my heart with glee to hear them sometimes cursing me out of the depths of the demon sea . . . their skeletal love—impossibility! Keywords/Tags: Nevermore, Poe, horror, supernatural, dark, sea, shore, death, dead, ****** ghosts, night, surf, ****** **** naked, *** corpse, skeletal, skeleton, skeletons, demon , demons, demonic, surreal
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Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 10:55 PM UTC
Nevermore!
Nevermore! by Michael R. Burch (after Edgar Allan Poe) Nevermore! O, nevermore! shall the haunts of the sea —the swollen tide pools and the dark, deserted shore— mark her passing again. And the salivating sea shall never kiss her lips nor caress her ******* and hips, as she dreamt it did before, once, lost within the uproar. The waves will never **** her, nor take her at their leisure; the sea gulls shall not claim her, nor could she give them pleasure ... She sleeps, forevermore! She sleeps forevermore, a ****** save to me and her other lover, who lurks now, safely covered by the restless, surging sea. And, yes, they sleep together, but never in that way ... For the sea has stripped and shorn the one I once adored, and washed her flesh away. He does not stroke her honey hair, for she is bald, bald to the bone! And how it fills my heart with glee to hear them sometimes cursing me out of the depths of the demon sea . . . their skeletal love—impossibility! Keywords/Tags: Nevermore, Poe, horror, supernatural, dark, sea, shore, death, dead, ****** ghosts, night, surf, ****** **** naked, *** corpse, skeletal, skeleton, skeletons, demon , demons, demonic, surreal
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62/M/Nashville, Tennessee
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 10:55 PM UTC
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