

The Kiss1. Our lips were tangled together just like I had imagined Rough and ruthless, fighting an unyielding fire with fire Only the innocent can kiss this deepThe Kiss
The perfect ending to a perfect beginning
2. The lips on mine, the softest I had felt
Graceful and gentle, as if they were pleased to be right where they were No more, no less But your kiss was too late; the fire had already consumed me
I am surprised you haven't gotten more recognition.
I love it.
Keep it up!
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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