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		<title>Joint Appetence</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I'm hungry. Restraint is not a quality i used to have. Now it's abundant. I'm finding it harder each day to imagine what my last tasted like. And the ones before that seem to have never existed. The hunter, the killer, the lover, the man. Watching the way the seams of their jeans, hug an [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Daunting Aspirations</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Daunting. The emotion. My heart. Breaking. These thoughts. My fault. Haunting. Your eyes. Your smile. Taking time to learn your every inch. Wasted my time wanting after you. Say what you want to say. But you say nothing, nothing at all. Feel what you want to feel. But you feel nothing, nothing at all. Faking. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Amour Conceal</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Look in your eyes, i can see how you feel. Listen to your heart beat, i know this is real. Your body tells me my heart will be healed. But your words have something to conceal. Give you my whole heart, its not what you sought. I need reciprocation more than i thought. Fickle in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Opiated Lust</title>
		<description><![CDATA[You put words into my head. Speaking romantic literature telepathically. I can read your eyes and know your hearts thoughts. Rhythmically pulsating, hypnotic heart beats, as our bodies mesh and sweat in an orchestrated scene of lust. Lingering touch, lingerie smut. And your lips hold onto mine for dear life. Every inch of me needs [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Antipathy</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Im afraid of strenght, and power, not because i am afraid to get hurt, but rather afraid of the damage i would cause in my raging path of destruction against any hurdle that may stand before my feet, as i make path towards a conquest for happiness that i can not yet define.]]></description>
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		<title>Passenger</title>
		<description><![CDATA["Don't be sorry your darkness is gone. I'll carry if for you always. I'll keep it with mine." -Dexter Morgan]]></description>
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		<title>Distilling Mind</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Not much has been said here in some time. It's making me feel congested. The ideas are all there and formed in my head, but the transition from thought to paper seems exhausting. Almost to far to travel. I'd like to share words about my urges to relapse into a place I've tried to keep [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Luminal</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Live vicariously through me, because i am not living at all.]]></description>
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		<title>Fort Ocean</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes i feel like the ocean. Bottomless but not empty. Full of life and yet what i've taken. Vast in its powers, but not passive to say the least. I visit the shores some times. Its nice to visit with someone i can relate to. The sand is warm and welcoming. Much like my smile, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Valentina</title>
		<description><![CDATA[And i was in love. She sat still, amongst the crowd. Parallel to the lines in the sidewalk. She could have been sited from miles away. Hair that curled like a treble clef. Colored brighter than the greatest concerto. Eyes that could shoot you down faster than Vassili Zaitsev. But had i known. Had i [...]]]></description>
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