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AcetaminophenA breeze blows a hollow tune through the trees. I hear a chorus of strings in her heart. She takes the wind, turns it to silver. Silver sings with your touch.Acetaminophen
Two bodies, become the same. If not for but a moment. Writhe. Twitch in pain and pleasure. Pleasure and... I can feel his heart.
With her silken crown of flowers she is a goddess. The mother of the earth. Yet her cuts shine just as clear as the rest of ours. Who will love a broken goddess?
The spike of his cologne is on my tongue, melting in my mouth. I taste his soul and it is bitte
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As a suffering creature
I cannot do without
Something greater then i
Something that is my life
The power to create
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"Continue to translate yourself to the heaven of art; there is no more undisturbed, unmixed, purer happiness than may thus be attained."
-Ludwig van Beethoven, 1817
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