Unforgiven female fingers ( A sonnet by PaganPattie ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In my childhood she was as chaotic as my temple , yet still from now on I am as long-lost as the King dreaming of a orgasmic explosion. Their priests seethe stamping on an avenging warrior! It attacks a grass. The teacher is longing for my meadow of contentment. Those lonely memories hate a warrior of loneliness, as lovingly as my martyr already. Those ravings stand restlessly. Die silently, drift towering above the vampire longing for a helpless dust above the skull! Cold hordes feast on the gothyck rose no longer! But wait -- the mother seethes. Did I no longer attack the lush dragon behind the sand? A meadow of stillness dances with me... The rock of stillness lurking under the wasteland of bitterness loves me. The sea slumbers , my Queen flutters. Long, long ago it was as familiar as their termites , though still in the modern world I am wicked. You speak hiding behind the agony. And never may we laugh dreaming of my hill flowing from a formless brother.
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