She's sent to rescue me
From loneliness
From the existential dread of dying alone
I can feel her breath down my neck
I can smell her scent wafting through the gentle breeze
She's close enough to touch
But I dare not
I shall not spoil this perfect moment
Parcheesi
I know why they call it ‘Soul’ now Because I found mine within. The fact that the release will kill you, Keeps those who might get there, Fr...
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