Thursday, February 18, 2010

The demon glass

You come calling at my weakest hour,
You promise relief from my suffering.
I invite you in, entertain my brain with
your sensations. I feel the warm stream of
relief draining the life force of life's repressed
emotions out of my body. I need you......And
people try to keep us seperated, But without
you, I think I'd die................We Are One !!!!!

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