Oh Moon my inner soul
Bright light, come to me
I howl, cries filt with grieve
I am no wolf
Only once a month I
long for your touch.
I love you,
despite you...I hate you!
Carress me please!
Oh Moon my inner soul
is torn apart.
I am no wolf
I cannot keep up.
So tired...
I spit on you, fear you
want you fully...
oh please, oh lovely Moon
send me free...















Comments
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Let them say I walked in the time of Hector, tammer of horses. Let them say I walked in the time of Achilles.
I was startingto miss your poems! mreow!
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Hallo! Met Hannah Diekstra...Ik heb loast suukerstoed bij u kocht, moar doar soaten allemoal pittn en groanen in. Is dat wel goed?
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Calvin : You can't just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood.
Hobbes : What mood is that?
Calvin : Last-minute panic.
anders heb ik geen andre keuze dan je af te maken en te zorgen dat je David W. loos sterft
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Yours Truly.
Jack the Ripper.
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*happy sigh*
This is so amazing, Karen!Oh, I love it SO much!
You're so talented.
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"Sunday is God's day, not the Devil's."
"To be one with the sea
Is to fly on broken wings."
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Hallo! Met Hannah Diekstra...Ik heb loast suukerstoed bij u kocht, moar doar soaten allemoal pittn en groanen in. Is dat wel goed?
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