...i think she's going to let me have her


AloneEmptiness like never before, Ive been told I have a beautiful smile to bad no one will ever see it again. Nights are the very worst. The dark .suffocating, My mouth opens, and closes silent screams. A hand. My body stiffens, back arches, the hand reaches, down my throat. Sharpened nails grasp my heart, wrenching it, twisting. I scream into the pillow, biting, blankets, flesh, tongue, anything to make it stop. Please. The tendons, valves snap.Alone
The hand pulls back . Where is it taking my heart?
I hope it keeps it safe My mouth falls clo
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Everything becomes a pleasure if one does it too often
~Oscar Wilde
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=RipfangDragon
=RipfangDragon
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Everything becomes a pleasure if one does it too often
~Oscar Wilde
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Everything becomes a pleasure if one does it too often
~Oscar Wilde
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Everything becomes a pleasure if one does it too often
~Oscar Wilde
You have very interesting compositions!
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"Let there be light (...) And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness." (Gen, 1,3)
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