The Return of The Monster

The scent was blissful; he wanted to fill his mind with more of the odor that floated around, but there was so much more he had to do before the beast would tire of his presence...

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Luca's Story Ch. 10

Every second that passed only added to the bliss of it. and it came to an end all too soon as he passed the finish line and came to a stop. zee finally registered just how hard he was breathing, how much the blood was pumping.

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Feeding the Queen

In her bliss she had not spotted this at first, but a warrior had to eat and her special warrior was going without.

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Bright star

A gentle gaze caresses me in delight, feeling of bliss, while you're by my side. a careful hand beneath my head, a dark silhouette in my bed, its whispering voice, full of love, said: "i will love you, till i'm dead."

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Fallen (poem)

Abysmal is my fate there is no coming bliss and thus i will abate my life i shall not miss.

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Love

Love love is the perpetual bliss in which you feel as if your hearts about to peel you feel as if your heart just dropped because your love it just won't stop you stop to think here for awhile is our love strong? is it worth while?

Renoucement

Dazled in her reflection her eyes a scarlet hue choral of echoes whisper like hungry ghosts heaven weeps above no longer a gateway tears stream her face innocents no longer bliss renoucement of the weft and the weave silent and repentant

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White Forest

The silver shine on every tree, lines a gentle blissful trail. so much beauty for all to see. the horizon peacefully pale. redbreasts have a song to sing, and it seems it's just for me.

OJB: Temptress

Temptress, tempt this to bliss; just a kiss, my dear mistress? winged, she dominates my dreams; i couldn't care, that she isn't what she seems, for a kiss, it's fair.

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Can You Blame Me?

Seems like those who have the best clear sight are those ignorant and blissful and calm.

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Awake

There's work to do, attitude costed can't be left askew, unsure what isn't true collapsing in my own arms, on lookout for the oasis in the invisible abyss the warm interior of bliss oblivious, locked.

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The soul and mind road's.

Or shall i stay in the bliss of ingorance and have my soul never change.

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