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In darkest of caverns it exists down deep past the fertile loam it comes it comes eruptions of fire burning/yearning bosoms blossoming blood rush of red banging a booming chest it carries more than consequence caring where feel conquers lust swinging from vines and chandelier an infernal beast howling underneath her moons caught up amongst the goddamn tease oh how does one please distanced but intrigued interrogated sentenced to life/death of need of greed words whipped out inching ever closer with utter ease dopamine dripping amid minds electric slides moments of wanton bliss the lion, his pride enticing inspiration devoured ripped out from the vespers seducing all we beg, we find

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Date: 4/5/2020 11:54:00 PM
I love the passion in this poem, very beautiful.
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Date: 4/6/2020 7:05:00 PM
Thanks Aurore
Date: 4/5/2020 5:18:00 PM
Sounds like a bad dream to me....I'm putting it down to Cabin Fever....possibly the dopamine dwindling...electricity is not wired properly...the fuse is shot. x
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Date: 4/5/2020 5:34:00 PM
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Date: 4/5/2020 5:26:00 PM
Damn them...need some endorphins