The Witching HourThe lost hour of black magic that trails the rough edge of midnight when the moon seduces those whose limbs dance and twitch like fingers pricked on spindles, and sleek, supple demons polish apples and spread their wings, perching on flecks of amber to tangle the dreams of lovers. Desire tightens in a catch of silk, rippling over the bed clothes - capturing your cries and whispers. Buttons open like ragged wounds, spilling soft pleas of want; and the sweet torture of skin pressing skin becomes a music that leaves you unnerved. You taste shadoThe Witching Hour
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If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?
Why is it considered necessary to nail down the lid of a coffin?
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As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being. -Carl Jung-
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As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being. -Carl Jung-
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Sanity is highly over-rated.
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Sanity is highly over-rated.
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As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being. -Carl Jung-
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