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IT IS Hunger or Poverty Tentative strokes, caressing the cloth covered flesh. Vibrations felt in the tips of my fingers, gently reminding me of my situation. Soft growls of need erupt from inside, begging, pleading for satisfaction.IT IS Hunger or Poverty by ~meh1993
Comfort. Impossibilities and dreams, fantasies of lazy stupors and mindless wanderings. Floating on endless clouds of bliss. Great visions all revolving around one central factor...
Denied
Pushing now, the pain distorting an already weary face. If only. Dreams as my companions. Battling the rolling pain. Eyes darting, searching, hoping for hope. and end to this suffering. Liquid bliss, or solid joy. Anything...anywhere...
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