

A MomentThinnest, most permeable skin Trembling into yearning fusion With the paired lips of anotherA Moment
If he could sense the thundering Of my heart marching doubletime He did not say anything about it, Perhaps he was deafened by his own, Which I could feel pulsating, Reverberating across the boned cage That held its' manic muscles in place, Encapsulated the roaring, flexing vasculature That send pounding tribal beats to his ears.
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www.missiqueen.com
Watch love,inspire me.
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Czasami wolę być zupełnie sam
Niezdarnie tańczyć na granicy zła
I nawet stoczyć się na samo dno
Czasami wolę to niż czułość waszych obcych rąk
And tnx for the
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Tous les chats sont mortels, Socrate est mortel, donc Socrate est un chat. (Ionesco)
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Tous les chats sont mortels, Socrate est mortel, donc Socrate est un chat. (Ionesco)
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"I rarely want to know what's in the artist's mind. Finding out what an artist thinks about his art is nowhere near as exciting as finding out what it means to you." - David Bowie
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'its sticky'
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that way if you miss....
It'll hurt more
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