tavarilyn
Crimson Soul
nothing is real but the way that i feel
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Haunted
Jun 25, 2021 23:14:50 GMT -5
Post by tavarilyn on Jun 25, 2021 23:14:50 GMT -5
Five years ago. *sighs* Remembering older days, other loves...
Tav ___________________
Haunted
I miss the scent of newness, The ache of growth, Where passion meets reality, Where adolescence folds into adultery, The twisting of like minds, like bodies, Twisting around taboos, Celebrated at every turn by bodies born of lust.
I miss the scent of night, The pain of smiling, At every little thing, At the essence of debauchery, The forging of new bonds, new loves, Of forging old hopes Into daydream fantasies of bodies born by faith.
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