Hello, THE TESTING OF ONES FAITH DEVELOPS ONES PRESERVERANCEPoems: Death love When I look deep into your eyes, I see my own death. When I kiss your lips I taste my last breath. When I feel your touch I feel my heart stop. For you are my life and with out you, I am dust.BY: ME :):) :):) :):) :):) :) :) :):) :) :):) :):) :):):):):)) ;):) :):) :):) ):):):):):):):):):) :):):):):):):):):):):):) :):):):):):):):):):):)) :):):):):):):):):)) :) :) :):):):):):):)) :) :) :):):):):):)) :) :) :):):):):):):):):):) :):):):):)) :) :)
hhhhhhh :) :) :) :) :):) Yeah I am a Man of full of passion and rage, love and cages. I am a tech by trade, but artist made, from now till forever. About me, Gorean for seven year and Master/slave for just under 20 year. more later
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12/23/2010 5:23:16 PM
Poems by me:
Death love When I look deep into your eyes, I see my own death. When I kiss your lips I taste my last breath. When I feel your touch I feel my heart stop. For you are my life and with out you, I am dust.
