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Passion with Blessings, sweet cuttings delight,
Upon your face and down your neck, the knife filled with sweet blood of yours
Sensual, yet a deep meaning is beyond the blade,
Lovers captured in blood, who sleep on endless days.
Life anew, wrists shatter through the blood upon your hands,
So take a knife and cut me more, as I only want to please the one that I adore...
Beautiful passions here that lie upon the blade,
Capturing the enssences of those whose life and blood repaid
Yet in the end all that we are, shall slowly slip away,
So come to me and break me down, then sleep on a summers day...
~Josh~
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Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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Good on Josh, kinda hauntingly sweet.
Love always,
~Aqua_chan~
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love. Washington Irving
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thank you Aqua-chan^_^(L) Love you(L)
~Josh~
21.
Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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