

Fires of lustTo burn. Consume.Fires of lust
To become the ashes from which we are born. In the shape of the rose, thorns still pricked, on the defensive, yet soft and velvet, petals open.
And a hand reaches for the velvet, the soft ashes which disintegrate in one sigh. A flutter of fingers and the phoenix arises, a sigh, a moan,
and the ashes burst to fire, the enraging desire burning the throat, the lungs, the heart.
Beating,
faster and faster, the ticking of a bomb before the last explosion, the one who consumes all and leave
Sunflower

WhisperThe wind blows. The wind blows all away, violent, forceful, it blowsWhisper
all but me, naked, wilting, heavy, anchored into the ground by sorrow. A pierced rose still bleeding,
thrown in a corner of the room, hiding beneath the shadows, beating a rhythm to the winds song. You can hardly hear it. It whispers in your ear, cold
and stiff, the words which drive you crazy, drive you
to the nearest cliff, the words which pound you into
the river like a stone. A gold stone. Still, the wind pushes the tide, wave after wave,
beating down onto the stone, until all the g
Devious Comments
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Life is too short! So shut the fuck up and happy!!
Fuck the daily mail! [link]
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I sometimes feel that my life is some kind of dream, and sometimes, i wonder whose it is and wether they are enjoying it.
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I sometimes feel that my life is some kind of dream, and sometimes, i wonder whose it is and wether they are enjoying it.
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LTD
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I sometimes feel that my life is some kind of dream, and sometimes, i wonder whose it is and wether they are enjoying it.
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LTD
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LTD
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I sometimes feel that my life is some kind of dream, and sometimes, i wonder whose it is and wether they are enjoying it.
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LTD
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I sometimes feel that my life is some kind of dream, and sometimes, i wonder whose it is and wether they are enjoying it.
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I eats raw potatoes! *Drool*
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