robert m drake Biography

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Sometimes, your side of the bed tells a certain kind of story. Where your body would slumber and leave these trenches within the bed sheets. Well, sometimes I tend to memorize each crevice.
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She defeated the demons beneath her skin. But, she could never rid the ones buried within her bones.
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What if, just what if a shy hello would spark a blaze. I stand firm, being. all while I wait for a glace of notice. Her voice like keys and my lust like the moon over her scape.
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