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eTerNity tHere were sNakes crawling over my sKin syMbOl of a passionate desire the flaMe was flOating all around us surrounding our passionate meLt. i woke up cOld with the memory of us. vision or dreaM yOu were real then... the wOods were our sHelter a roCk in the sun our bed. nest of lust filled... Sign in to see full entry.