

Filled With Sootcolors, faces, places all flash before my eyes while i sit and watch and read while my pain grows by the character.Filled With Soot
a spark that has grown from nothing over years flairs and sputters on it's last leg but still desperately clinging to life.
having never been seen by other eyes it continues to hide and smolder.
more years, time, faces, colors will pass and all the while the tiniest of embers will stay buried, glowing but unseen.


QuietI tried to listen, But none would speak. I tried to speak, But none would listen.Quiet


Loved OneHer beautifully soft locks of hair shine as she walks toward me. Her iridescent green shirt glows like the new moon. The sky blue, form-fitting jeans accent her voluptuous figure.Loved One
She moves with the grace of a thousand dancers, and her muscles, fluid and hypnotic in their motion, take me to another place.
She takes my hands into her moonlight soft hands, her eyes, like gentle glowing lanterns, burn with a soft fire into my heart.
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I can has pickle?
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