Dear Mr. Bobbitt,
I remember in biology...

Oh no...
Your hands, my hips...

Ten minutes is no mans time,
transitory in nature...

Oh, to be free...
To be a bird freed from its cage...

When I look at you...
my soul cringes...

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Suddenly Liriel was pulled from her body. There...

I found a website,
what a surprise...

Red silk fabric brushed gently against the weaving...
Dust on the steps, staining fabric from crimson to...

Sometimes I wonder,
why we are lasting so long...

A girl is reading her book.
Alone, but not lonely...

I was too young I think,
To know the difference between right and wrong...

Give me sweet time,
or take it away...