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SLAVIC TEUTONIC BLONDE


I wanted to die in your arms,
I wanted to feel your tears
wet my last breath.

I wanted to gaze
before my departure
at your hips, remember their movements.

But what I wanted
Ill never have.
Call it fate, or
human weakness,
or call it something else
for which no words
seem to exist.

Its no great matter,
for my unfullfillment...
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poem:
How do you figure?
mistidawn:
i got my tat In La Grange KY, at INKWELL studios
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SEX IS EVIL, EVIL IS A SIN, SINS ARE FORGIVEN, SO STICK IT IN
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SLAVIC TEUTONIC BLONDE


I wanted to die in your arms,
I wanted to feel your tears
wet my last breath.

I wanted to gaze
before my departure
at your hips, remember their movements.

But what I wanted
Ill never have.
Call it fate, or
human weakness,
or call it something else
for which no words
seem to exist.

Its no great matter,
for my unfullfillment...
Read More