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 I do not speak another language… I use to think, if I had the chance, I would choose French, Italian or Spanish… you know…the language... [read more] |
 indeed, the madame was right... no doubt about it... the middle-aged man was ever so nasty... most luxuriously dirty... and his filthiness,... [read more] |
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in control, always... but not when i dream... then, i am vulnerable... then, i run the gauntlet infinite... i walked into the scene... anoth... [read more] |
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persisting unending relentless hopeless helpless delusional. climbing towering confidence only to dive down into darkest depth of sel... [read more] |
 I scream New voice! Nova vox! I scream Old hunters! Vetus venatores! I scream My love! Amica mea! I scream With my words How they must seem... [read more] |
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This is a rare sadness, Like the best, dryest wine. It only comes once a season, When the vineyards bear their grapes As it happens... [read more] |
 I let it all out! I left absolutely no doubt! Hell, who knows, it may be all my fault. I let it all be known the events of... [read more] |