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A Bed With a Maid

by @carl-stevenson

Oh what a depressed state of mind, but I can't help but keep this dumb grin on my face. I've got a longing in my heart a longing so deep it surpasses any want of air. It's something so warm as sun-baked stones in the middle of July, something that gives you shivers like the coldest winters' snow, it goes beyond what words can describe, and it doesn't make sense to anyone but you. When you can find beauty in everything in the world, it takes its form. You close your eyes, Lean in closer. And it's Love.
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