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What ifyour manipulationis exactly what I want. It feels so goodalways craving youthe smell of perfumethat exact perfumedrives this part in meto the cupped edgepulling your thick hair backexposing that spotbetween neck and earI could live therewhispering the dark and scary tales ofHalloween.

We are exactly the same,you and Mefluid in the nightsinking down and in-between. I can’t say this loud enoughthe tortured words of lovesimply don’t belong here betweenyou and Me. Our soft spoken denialsshout and proclaimthere is this real attractionor in other wordsthere are certain thingsthat grab and take us. Some have called youthe prettiest-thing,the others…

Her voice startsjust above a whispertime and attention she swearsand whether we like it or nother voice starts to grow on us. Some turn and watchmy eyes have not leftwatching the crowd grow and gatherand from all sidesthe glances start to swarm she’s our idol now. The chemistry and energyit hurts to be too far…

The truth has always beensomething we’ve kept secretfar from the other’s eyes. One can only imagine whywe’ve always triedto get behind the garden gate. Because back behind therethere’s this new languagewith a different set of rules. Only certain plants can growbased on a structure guidethere to give a good life. I’ve always been the Oneto…