4th December 2011

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SHREDS OF HOPE She knows what she’s doing. Feeling the heat of your desire, your breath on the back of her neck, the echo of your steps ringing in her ears, your eyes eating her up as she lures you on toward the still center of your nightmare …
Out of breath you follow her, longing for her to turn around and to tear you apart with a lazy look from her reptilian eyes whose abyss only a crime without passion could lighten up …
Yet you still cling to those shreds of hope she herself has traded in long ago …

SHREDS OF HOPE She knows what she’s doing. Feeling the heat of your desire, your breath on the back of her neck, the echo of your steps ringing in her ears, your eyes eating her up as she lures you on toward the still center of your nightmare …

Out of breath you follow her, longing for her to turn around and to tear you apart with a lazy look from her reptilian eyes whose abyss only a crime without passion could lighten up …

Yet you still cling to those shreds of hope she herself has traded in long ago …

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