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PULSE-the sfotness of hair, running fingers through the endless field of golden days sun-soaked, drenched in youth.



PULSE-eyes of blue, they mirror the light, vast atmosphere of endless possibilities that have long ago said goodbye.



PULSE-skin soft and warm of the first hugs-brief caress of hands



PULSE-lips pulse blood like calm seas become monsters of lust and bliss beholding a sight both of awe and cautionary in its destruction.



Kiss is a new life and certain death to the old guard.



The euphoria-ultimate narcotic-stone turns clear, then to flesh, then to life.



The embers flare up-love is something he feels, not what he speaks.



seeped into the crevases of the spirit-PULSE