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mirrorchild, you've been digested
by Rachelle Howeit's time.
come, lets drink together as ordinary souls.
it's been a ritual since the beginning
and though we're neither Adam nor Eve,
there are forbidden fruits for us to taste.
if i bite, i promise it won't hurt.
i'll take a small taste and press you with my tongue.
linger here, on the roof of my mouth.
let me gargle you, store you in my pallet.
after all, there is nothing sweeter
than a shadowed pixy in your throat...
bide my time, stay with me.
we'll dwell together, here, in our sphere, alone.
10/02/2003 Author's Note: o.O ...i...have no idea.
Posted on 10/02/2003
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
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