Horror
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in an english field a ring of stones surrounds two young bodies blue skies, crows fly low to the burnt ground fires burning on horizons dangerous trees sigh, nature cries an endless scream as she bites his chest fingers digging, lips twitching white teeth sharp drawing blood upon the steps that rise watchful eyes, Read more
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The hidden depths. The ways of your desire. Perched on the edge of the bed, there is no line between where I end and you begin. Only I never end, not really. I am Abstract Daddy, a dream upon waking that never leaves you. There is no substance to what I am. I’m void of Read more
