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| Come here
my heart is burning with horizons from another time and space and i miss the touch of blood and flesh upon my own. Come here and risk the scorching flame of my inner passion that encircles earth as i prowl the ancient paths of purity for magic. See here the scars of wounds acquired in sacred innocence when submission was a noble dream locked in screaming battle with ferocious need. Come here my heart is burning so that we can feel horizons roar beyond the boundaries of a time and space where only blood runs free. |
| *image: susan seddon boulet |