To heal whats broken

my play thing is never with need for resolution to up old even the least of her darknesses ache for qwiver glistens gush of dribles flow cross the petals slightly parted ... indulge a decent eye
would be horrified in her ermbrace of the debauchery decadantly to be so willingly made so shameless and undignified as her silent need is emeneyntly close tio relenquish the howling ravage beast in longing need for dark fog settles mist is drenching matted and drawing closer torment of lust to be under spells to be made in flases flames of quicken emergence un checked tied to the head blind folded and vulnerably exposed in shock... i will take away the heavy press of the earth puts against your feet. i will pull the towering undpoken pains wound tight in knots constricting memories you forgo to recall but whicvh you cannt remit from damages done of. both of lust for possesing your secret hurts under a craze that and a hate of that trueth of beauty that is so abstract contrast as to rxpose yhe raw ugly in there sole ...do this time that often wildesh eyes from time do remit how ones born in amnisha tend only reminds yyou too. only ever intensly your still pain stempled yoni held in pleasures incompletely as your bottles corcked deep in side and floating lost to convey a pleading need to be read is a message in that bottle for a messageof lovcking stands his greedy lust for take onlybtimes chang is you and the eyes of same wild crazy men come to posses and hate with same eyes and revolving bodies throbling on all same in nothing. YET i see now that is i to you for velves of hell i drive back this to un do with what some eve of eve innocents taken away and crumpled to breaks of silent yoni yern to heal. from your center the malice tundra weight of strain that is my task of now... i shall do and will if gives in the ability of truth yet in the dark still lives and i was not to take from you besuty to put with hurt. my eyes, calm. hand of ancient rights heal womb

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