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The night was dark and moonless, the air tinged with hopelessness,
and that is when they appeared, -
The Tinmaker’s eyes were dim for a long while after the goddess disappeared.
As Jane held the Tinmaker, she sensed his unease, -
He had fashioned himself tin objects
to have something to impart his love to, -
I know what it is like
For your soul -
As a sailor
I know the myths -
CONTEST PLACINGS: 2nd place (silver)
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The strength I need, comes to me freely, flowing down and out, all the way through me. I feel the power of your needs, raw pure sexua
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