I need a reality check, where these words have taken me, I have no idea, so many shadows and dreams, shame and fantasy, as a person it’s quite blasphemous, something that should be hidden, not posted on the internet, what a terrible force, this river of spirits, so many dreams and stories weave through these words, they went to outer space, and they learned how to use swords and magick, they rose the dead, and they satisfied demons, but I'm just a man, when the sun shines, I'm at most a poet, I happen to be running out of money, and I have so much debt, alas, maybe it’s the price, for serving the moon, her soft breasts, and making a willing lady wet, there’s two sides to these poems, a push and a pull, the edge and education, a mind’s exploration, and there’s an acceptance, a yearning and a satisfaction, a softness, a string unraveling, her sundress falls, she says she doesn’t care, she whispers sweet words, tempting me, shut up, she says, and just make love to me, naked under the light, shadows and the sweetness of life, the holy maiden, she beckons and she calls, you just can’t say no, try as you might, the mountains and the valleys, climb, all the way inside, pray to the heavens, and satisfy a life, push, softly, into the wetness of the garden, rainfall and love, it hurts and it bites, a bloody flower, six feet under, the river flows, where am I, I’m sorry sir, you died, consequences, and the price...

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