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if jaded were to choose location dead was the blood discovered thickened or watered scarlet red or be that of this writer’s bleak version of uncorrected spilling, lacking cleaver perversion cloaked the wanted, the wear, buy that strong oak bush from local greenhouse there couldn’t bee a honeys drip of more, maybe less than fifty 3, it does have a tear perfect, for nothing is ever perfect, dig it up and toss it into the truck, if thou could i will drive it (crazy) by trips end, dee...

  ever so gently cracking a smooth, pristine egg or cracking one’s enigmatical, enamored mind some are not unlike breaking open a tasty ripened walnut but without the usage of tools, utilizing words as a warmed laser others more likened to a sliver of chilled butter, temperature perfected carefully placed upon her oven warmed bread, seeping into each open pocket the complexity arises, if entrance is managed within the unpretentious action which river of passion do i true to my hear...

he sits quietly in the darkened corner of her bedroom, unnoticed patiently he waits for just the perfect time, for her sleep to deepen as she settles in, he carefully moves his chair somewhat closer he notices how her long hair falls so delicately upon her satin pillow as he studies her supple skin about her face, looking for the slightest of flaws, none God has dropped an angel enigmatically from heaven itself he brings his right hand up and holds it firmly under his lower lip for the words ...