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LiteratureDestroy Me With Your LoveYour gray sky eyes pressurize within me copper flavored lies sink beneath my skin while all your truths are as bitter as cyanide. Your lips plant land mines along fault lines every tremble could cause a quake of mass destruction. The acid burn of your touch leaves me in streaks of red, my veins are peeling like curls of dried paint. Your heart beats a nuclear reactor in overdrive, my cells ready for the meltdown. Suffocate me with your nitrogen breath, kiss me with razor blades your kindness only makes me numb inside. All
LiteratureDestroy Me With Your LoveYour gray sky eyes pressurize within me copper flavored lies sink beneath my skin while all your truths are as bitter as cyanide. Your lips plant land mines along fault lines every tremble could cause a quake of mass destruction. The acid burn of your touch leaves me in streaks of red, my veins are peeling like curls of dried paint. Your heart beats a nuclear reactor in overdrive, my cells ready for the meltdown. Suffocate me with your nitrogen breath, kiss me with razor blades your kindness only makes me numb inside. Featured
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Vintage and Historical
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Horror and Macabre
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LiteratureDestroy Me With Your LoveYour gray sky eyes pressurize within me copper flavored lies sink beneath my skin while all your truths are as bitter as cyanide. Your lips plant land mines along fault lines every tremble could cause a quake of mass destruction. The acid burn of your touch leaves me in streaks of red, my veins are peeling like curls of dried paint. Your heart beats a nuclear reactor in overdrive, my cells ready for the meltdown. Suffocate me with your nitrogen breath, kiss me with razor blades your kindness only makes me numb inside. Writing
Odds n' Ends
Events
The Tarot Series
Letters
Pagan
LiteratureHumilityKeep your head bowed low, eyes to the floor, a virtual unknown, bearing the burdens of the world upon your shoulders without a peep or word of complaint. Hunchbacked beneath the weight, kept stooped down, no one knows your name, never seeking praise only toiling in an act of sacrifice. Give up yourself for nothing in return with lips closed tight, turning a blind eye when now and then someone else basks in the glory of your achievements. As they climb up on the back of your labored work scarcely leaving crumbs behind you keep silent and support them too never dropping the load. As a shadow you work just behind sightSin and Virtue
Erotica
100 Themes
Cemeteries
Architecture
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