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Cold hearted old womanWhat do you want of me? Grief which is not there? Tears which are a lie? So she's dead, what does that matter to me? To heaven or hell she flies. And still I care not! What of her cold body, or icy stare upon nothing? Why should such trivial things, bother me? Was she kind in her waking hours? Did she love me as well as her duty? No, plain and simple. She live a life of hate, upon which she showed all, her black heart. So as you pray and, look upon her dead body, do not look to me, for grief which is not there. I careCold hearted old woman


In Memory of MeHow perfect is my weariness How lovely is my solitude. A long road I have traveled, Living a million different lives. Now as I lie here in the deep Dark earth. Of evil men and their doings I dream. Plunging myself further into A dark abyss. That is my memory.In Memory of Me


The AudultressHave you ever looked, into your lovers eyes? Can you see the lust, Burning bright? How do you feel when he touches you? As is fingers touch your lips. As his lips touch your skin. How do you feel when he touches you as no man has ever touched you before? As your breats brush against his chest. Passion, want, lust but is that all? Why not love my dear? Why such physical feelings only? Yes, his skin, his touch. So good, so very good! Yes, more. But not love I feel. No, no love. Not love, butThe Audultress
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Fly, Okay? Illustration
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Chance favours the prepared soul.
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My true Love Juliaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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Chance favours the prepared soul.
:My Gallery:
My true Love Juliaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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Chance favours the prepared soul.
:My Gallery:
My true Love Juliaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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