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Crooked Young
I want to insert you in my veins, sniff you into my thoughts, drink you into my soul, overdose in your presence. Plagued in disasters, I need redemption. Free my bastered soul, it’s mischievous and deluded intents. Let me be your fear, set you still lay you down, sink my teeth into your throat and take whats pure. Your legs on my shoulders, let me drown in you. The way you live needs love, the way I love needs alterations. Submerging ourselves in broken dreams and empty vows. Lets fuck until our heart drops, gasp until our heart stops. Choke on our words, praise fake lords, pursue diseased whores. Let’s create for havocs sake.
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impressive capture
I think this is your best
I think this is your best write keep up the good work
Yes. When we are young, our
Yes. When we are young, our minds and desires are like wold territory. It can sometimes bring the illusion that 'anything goes'. Too sadly, there is not enough people to help guide a child through the thickets. I liked how you desribed this interaction and the how you express wanting to destroy yourself with the person, 'like a drug'. You obviously love this sort of writing. You would love HuliganFish. He/she loves to write this stuff too.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
u have a way with words
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B~Ur~Self!
Very deep man, and i kinda
Very deep man, and i kinda chuckled towards the ending. Very well written. keep it up
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