*poetic* Count of Monte Cristo

Sword fights, champagne, horse carriages and a bunch of unknown actors. With my head resting on your shoulder I slid my arm through your shirt And rested my naked hand on your bare skin

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*erotic* Sweet Pain

Sweet Pain Is there such a thing? If I felt it, does it make it real? Is the only truth the lived truth?

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a nothing moment

I dont like the taste, and it makes me smell bad; This being my reaction to smoking cigs for most of my life. When it was the trendy thing to do, even when it was the key link to connect me to the in-crowd I wanted so badly to associate myself with in high school;… Continue reading a nothing moment

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