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Teshki
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The nippy hands of death are reaching out for me while I aim to break away from their contact. Outlandish do they seem, for the touch is not yours…
The disturbing voices are screaming out for me while I must surrender to their elegy. Foreign do they sound, for the tone is not yours…
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Posted on 4 August, 2008, 11:22 pm by Teshki
Author: Teshki
Category: Desired Love
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