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resurrection

Stamped: Friday, February 19, 2010

I've approached her as gently as I could; a spark marked the night. After that, she came back to life as soon as I've inserted it in her, screaming and furiously griming my brains against her unholy face. Her insides started lighting up like they used to; I touched her softly and she started roaring. We're friends again and she's not dead anymore. The sun is shining and she's breathing her air in my face once more; I'm blowing smoke right back at her.

I'm riding my bandit queen. And it's good.



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