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He was a plague that spread you          East to West. His French features exploring the well known contour and landscape of your vessel like a 15th century explorer mapping out the movements of your mountains. Your peaks shifting under a shaking sky. He was alone in his fighter pilot fantasies, while you became   detached from the shadows forming on your pale exterior   detached from the sucking of air like a deep sea diver. Distant from your bird-caged brain. Distant from your freckled face. Watching faulty wired streetlights flicker out in a free world.

Like a plastic wrapped aphrodisiac, the splendour hidden within Never before have I shivered so Peel off your outer skin and expose Discard your covering and exploit the majesty hidden within Enthral and excite all those around, offer no repose! For your body is sweeter than any candy Hidden by paltry materials paling in comparison to the beauty hidden within Let those who would look, know and shiver so

Johnny Depp, we met in Sleepy Hollow I knew one thing, you weren't From Hell We spent the day Finding Neverland And you wanted to bring me home Before Night Falls You had told me of that Secret Window When we had passed the Ninth Gate There is only one thing I wanted to know What's Eating Gilbert Grape?

Dear Paris, I'm not quite 100% sure you probably even know who I am. And I am still not quite sure on how you and I got chosen to be you "Beyond the Grave" Hollywood Pen-Pals? Well, as much as I don't want to do this, here I go. I am(more like was) a very famous actress and a fashion icon. They give me credit for starting the little black dress. I have been in a lot of movies, that I pray to god that you heard of, "Breakfast at Tiffany's", "Sabrina", or "My Fair Lady"? Well, I am dying to hear about you, and what are you exactly famous for? Ciao darling,  Audrey Hepbrun Dear Audrey, You're so hot. I love Tiffany's, oh my god, I total

I feel your hands in my hair. I feel your breath on my neck. I feel your body pressed so close to mine. I feel your lips on my throat. I feel your hands move to my back and your lips work their way up to mine. I feel you and I love it. I hear you say you love me. I hear you whisper my name. I hear you tell me I'm the only one for you. I hear your breath in my ear. I hear your soft snores as I fall asleep. I hear you and I love it. I see you as I run into your arms. I see your face break through my world of darkness. I see you fight away my fears. I see you wipe away my tears. I see you're in love with me. I see you and I love

Dying Swans have bloody wings Torn off and cast asunder. Here men's dreams collapse and die And bloody skies cry thunder. I sit alone and soon grow old My bloody hands lie still. Come join me in my brave new world The land beyond the hill.

I said I preferred peaches, but you wanted a nectarine. So we brought it back and you portioned it out and I found it wasn't better — only different. You went back to your city, and I held the taste in my mouth for days. Curl the knife around the pit; gently twist the halves apart. Admire the honey-golden forms and the rich-veined flesh. So what did I buy at the grocer's on St. Benedict's Street? Not peaches, but smooth nectarines. It is different in this country, where pleasures have become necessities. These days I cannot taste except in memory.