I've come from leech to parasite, tasting what essence you've bared vulnerable at the caress of my lips... I crave more, though I enjoy this suffering to deny the appeasing fill of your nurturing fruit. This beckons the growth, stronger in time, and soon you'll be mine...
Just one call; just one cry I bellow to these wicked deeds done to those around me; and I, myself. What paths had we strayed to lose our way from the person we never became. My voice echoes here, through these empty spaces which were ours, but are now left to be forgot; quite a trend we've grown accustomed to. Out with what was, and on to future departings. Pleased to meet you old friend, but now I must say goodbye...
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Isis101
03:03 Sep 18 2012
Nice.