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fortheloveofasub: youmakemeneedyou: Memory The rope was not rope, it was not a prop, it was not even a way of holding her in place. It was a memory.  A memento of his touch, of the strength that transferred from him to her as he wrapped her in the rope. 

fortheloveofasub: youmakemeneedyou: Memory The rope was not rope, it was not a prop, it was not even a way of holding her in place. It was a memory.  A memento of his touch, of the strength that transferred from him to her as he wrapped her in the rope. 

fortheloveofasub:  youmakemeneedyou: Memory The rope was not rope, it was not a prop,

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Fireworksinmybed: (Photo By Inna Mikitas) So, So You Think You Can Tell Heaven From Hell, Blue Skys From Pain. Can You Tell A Green Field From A Cold Steel Rail? A Smile From A Veil? Do You Think You Can Tell? And Did They Get You To Trade Your

Fireworksinmybed:  (Photo By Inna Mikitas) So, So You Think You Can Tell Heaven

Fireworksinmybed: If I Never See You Again I Will Always Carry You Inside Outside On My Fingertips And At Brain Edges And In Centers Centers Of What I Am Of What Remains. Charles Bukowski

Fireworksinmybed:  If I Never See You Again I Will Always Carry You Inside Outside

 

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