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The Same
You and I feel like a fleeting dream.Sweet symmetry,our riotous, rapturous nature,I adore and abhor this love affair,but I won’t give it up.I can’t give it up,I worked too hard,learning to allow myself allowances,training my brain to be open to enchantment.I have spent many months before mirrors,asking myself if I can accept the fleeting dreams…
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Hunt The Hunters
The horses fall over themselves to please the unpleasant bastards with whips,wind whistling around the forest as the freedom of nature is disrupted by posh accents and the clatter of hooves against the soft, sleeping ground. It has been a few hours since the birth of an innocent was celebrated,and now,hungover aristocrats hammer through the…
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Good Morning Princess xxxx
Last time that I let myself live in our love affair,it was seven PM,and I was sobbing on the steps of Euston station,the taste of your kiss, still fresh on my lips,your leisurely pursuit of pleasure seemed so cruel to the girl who fooled around and fell in love,and then,she fell into a storm,counting down…
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Soft, Strawberry Ice Cream
Soft, strawberry ice cream drips inside our kiss,cataclysmic caress up my dress,and I’m begging for the body I adore to be beyond the reach of others,for I am falling into an eclipse of affection,and you must be mine,or I will cease to exist. I could barely resist you,desisting, dashing from your arms as you unload…
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Goddess Bless Us, Everyone!
Celia Jefferson was dead to begin with. There was no doubt whatever about that. As her daughter April sat by her resettled grave, surrounded by flowers that seemed to shine in the sheen of winter’s frost, the girl could only sigh. Old Celia was dead as a door-nail, and now, The Garden of The Free…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 