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Hi, My Name is Reagan Hudson, and I love to eat I know I’m pretty small Six point two nine inches tall So while I
Hi, My Name is Reagan Hudson, and I love to eat I know I’m pretty small Six point two nine inches tall So while I
My chest Feels carved My heartBeatingSo far off Stolen by someAttempted love All that remainsResemblesYour nails DivotsMy mindLoves toRevisit For theTextureOf yourGripWarmsMe Returns me For nowI
Abira of Lonsdale was the princess-to-be If it came down to it, She would choose the crown, Having the crown meant happiness, Pleasure, Wealth, Delight,
I am Nothing More Than The accumulation Of The past Forced Into Another Layer Of God Forsaken Reality Forced To play Out Another Set Of
The grass Seems To have Frozen Over At places Or perhaps It is a Trick Of the Light The way It grazes Its fingers To
For
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I am consumed by the overwhelming presence of your love. It crashes into my soul like lightning, leaving me in a state of habromania, intoxicated
My grave Will have Flowers Won’t it? The petals Withering As the Worms Further My peace The constant Rush Swallowed As my Body is Encapsulated