- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Considering Honesty: Is All Art?
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Torture is your way. Maybe I deserve it for denial all these years. Maybe my ways have caught up with me. Freedom. Sweet freedom. Pain precedes relief. I have never hungered so completely, so all encompassing. I did not even know I needed you. Never thought I would. The moment the stone fell away and flesh was revealed, I was awestruck. I had no defense. You wrapped your thick fingers around my heart and tore it from my breast. My life from that moment on: a slow treacherous fall to the killing floor.
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LesseloovesPeterover 10 years agoArt imatates life but life is art. What is life if not the story you wrap yourself in. Might as well be in Technicolor.
