“Kiss me”
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Originally posted on Bruised But Not Broken:
Even the heathens used to suck on their mamas titty..? There was a time the addicts cried for milk and that was enough.. Those babies grew…
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Originally posted on The Shade of Writing:
By Damien Knight The warrior wakes surrounded by dead Mind spinning, ghosts in my head Blood spills like wine out of me Here I die my soul set free…
In your lap If I lost you. The daytime would become darker and the… Continue reading