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Kisma slowly rolled over,
facing the other as he snuggled up against him.
His breathing slowed and peaceful as anyone asleep.
He had really just given up,
wanting to spend his last moments alive with someone...
well that didn't to kill him.
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Sticks and stones may break my bones but whips and chains excite me so throw me down, tie me up...show me that you like me
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