Tell me a story, sweet morning dove, my love her fragile heart was heard to say, glub dub a spark arose amid those archived ashes where light grew faded, no need for matches A result of some magick and rose colored glasses...
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his name is delectable Respectable and Kind the Ringmaster directing the circus in my mind his softness is collectable I pray upon his shrine crooked halo on an angel, with the depth of red wine unfolding all that’s...
Read MoreI have to see my king! His pictures are under my mattress just waiting to steal my soul. I love him so much. I give him my time, the best parts of me and more. It belongs to him, for him, so that I might be his dream come true,...
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