Fruit Salad for the Soul: After

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Monday, February 5, 2007

After

Raw images of blood and flesh pins and needless creating a mess, the remembrance of his touch on my skin, his breath in my face, the evil in his eyes, result in me losing face. Thundering sounds, a rolling drum beat from a far, lightening flash hiding away the evening star, darkness surround me no... Sign in to see full entry.

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