inscribed on my wall is the just of it, the emtion's of depth, that bring's me to this danger zone, the enactment of a touch, like the soft pedals of evil. but i am it's willing participant, my bruised body is my obsession of of an cougars prey, that cries out in hunger, asking, begging, for it's thought's. my last hunger, which concures up a feeling, my ego is my council, my judgement of it, i'm a slave to it's will. cheaping the desire of it's duty, apparent is my call, my taking, as i can easily say.
i can no longer erase it from me, remove it from my bed, roll over in the middle of the night, believing that it no longer haunts me, it's life force lays await in my mind. no effort, no chisel could shape this image, for it is made within. my chemical depends concludes that this is my conclusion of a an ideal, an enacting selfconscious touch.
to all that have thought of it. let your mind comtemplate what you wish it to be.
I loved him. At age twelve he touched my heart with his music. At age twenty he captured my heart when our eyes met as he sat on a stage and sang Four months later, he fractured my heart with his refusal to allow us to stay together. At age seventy
Synopsis
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