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By tremble Date: 2005 Oct 08 Comment on this Work [[2005.10.08.13.06.27609]] |
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plasma rated at better'n 60,000 degrees yet same as what floats between the cells a liquid its self as can burn molten at times as this in streams of all there own sins cold as if with hoary frost heated so cold this death and yet so hot with bridled rage bubbling within a cauldrons heart and of passion this core of suns heated depths blinding one to all the rest this what hurts so inside as i simply touch with mine to your awaiting lips... |