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A rotten feeling in my head. Feeling as if dragging some lead. Scratch marks all over my back. For sure of the things I lack. Smooth hands or maybe a rack? Or maybe a small butt, showing off a small crack. Or is it meant for me to not be seen. But to be forced to watch others lean. Alone and searching for another light in the dark. All I can hear are the dogs, close in, in the dark. I try to run as fast, to catch up to you. But you have fallen to the owner and I watch wishing to sue. You had been the thing I set my eyes on and strive for. I know so what? You don’t know my hidden lore. You saw but the tree’s bark is onl

The tempest forces the breath from my body when it is near the school. In the horrid wreck Sat the young man with a great golden sword of light. An angel holds true The darkness the demon cast does not block all light. Forcing himself up the swimmer takes a few breathes Then he jumps back down.