WhisperedLife
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Rivers of ruptured skin twisting like vines of holly,
ripening red buds,
thorns of lust,
white whisps of hanging skin,
the red grasping foilage straining to hold your body in place,
strands of rope on a piece of meat.
Welcome to my garden,
it holds,
it binds,
it finds you,
may you drip life and life alike your juices are what make my garden grow,
this is your awakening,
your rebirth,
pulchritudinous florets will flourish with your smile.
< Message edited by WhisperedLife -- 2/3/2010 6:09:01 PM >
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