I long for your arms,
They give stillness, oblivion,
Lady of Sheol,
I wait for the rendezvous,
The last trip toward pleasure.
Sheol
09 Friday Oct 2015
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Reblogged this on perfectlyfadeddelusions.
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Only promises ;
she’s not organized enough
to make appointments.
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🙂
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Reblogged this on Niki Bayard.
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Incredible!
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When going to sleep,
My main feeling is relief;
Last sleep should be so.
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