Hot and sticky like the month of August
Hard to breathe with sweat suspended in the summer breeze
I can taste it in my dreams
Touch it in-between my thighs
And need it like I need you
It’s my salvation
My destiny
My reason for being when there isn’t one
An undying ray of hope making me thrive
It’s what makes me speechless
What gets me high
My happiness is birthed out of someone else’s
Kept alive by my own
It’s a perpetual love
Not meant to be shared
But I show it everyday
In hope that someone will feel that for me
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welcome to my blog !"Naturally the common people don't want war: Neither in Russia, nor in England, nor for that matter in Germany. That is understood. But, after all, it is the leaders of the country who determine the policy and it is always a simple matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy, or a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship. Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the peacemakers for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in any country." - Hermann Wilhelm Göring
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