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  1. stoney
    26.11.2015 @ 19:55

    Oh Goddess.

    Be still my beating heart. You leave sit weak and immobile. Weighed with hopes and desires. Clinging to a thread of ambition, a dream, a goal. A chance to believe in the faith of one’s life destiny.

    Your words rape me of any will, except to kneel, dream and pray before Your altar,

    Your slave sit

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