| A Micro Graphic Novel Project |
| The Pheonix |
| By trembleclef |
| http://throb.typepad.com/throb |
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You. I really can't help myself when we're like this. The tension. The torture. I am a trembling, whirling pervert. You are a perfect thing of nature, in the wrong place at the wrong time. |
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Inside you is a world of young and ancient beauty. I hope it doesn't hurt too much. |
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Every emotion I make cuts you deeper. With each stroke you are less yourself and more a thing I have created. |
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| Our love burns and burns and burns you up. |
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