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Succubus
waking
in their bed
beneath the slates
waking
as in a dream
slowly aware
waking
completely
waking
in the window airs
waking
in the hush
of the night
palely lit by her lucent light
the night
calls to him
and he walks out
the night
absorbs him
summer dew wet on his feet
her cool breath on his naked flesh
the quiet mysterious night
s...
Saturday 7th July 2018 6:28 pm
BOULDER
BOULDER
The massive boulder sits in the lea of the moor; it has been here for a million years
and seen everything that has ever happened.
So many tons of stone made up of all of the elements which make up the very
planet itself.
This piece of stone has been here longer than Man himself and it has seen so many years
come and go, from the harsh cold of wi...
Thursday 15th September 2011 1:40 am
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