Clinched in the fist of must-achieve Dreams whither Vitality drains Panic ensues The fist is your own Strong, though it may seem Immovable Omnipotent it is not Sentient it is not Not merely Surrounded by in power invisible Only remember It is also within you Invite it Allow it Open to it and little by…
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As if sculpted by master hands In the medium of eternity Her smooth firmness Betrays no mortality. She was peeled from the mold of Inhuman perfection, An ever-changing womb of Trendy insatiability. – The snakeskin pattern Clings and moves as one with her body And I am awed, breathless, covetous. She is iridescent and magnetic.…
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