Hey Bob, long time no see! :wave: If you don't mind, I'll just do a quick copy/paste job...hope you don't mind.
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You dance with me but there is no love. I dance with you and my passion burns. Sting me, stun me make me feel alive For I have seen death felt its cold, heard its cry.
I am your lover to tear at your flesh caress you with fire kiss you with death.
I am your mother my poor angry child. for I will give birth to your ghost in the wild.
You think you have caught me; the prey in your snare. I should have been cautious. I should have beware. Now the doubt grows, if only you knew. that all of this time it was me hunting you.
I will pray to Dibella that you may ascend And find in the spirit a sweet place above and will honor the dance though you gave me no love.
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Aww, that's intense. Sounds like Sarrah has some mommy issues? Intense, man.
Sorry to hear about yours. I know my father has issues, not with immobilization, but with memory loss. It is heartbreaking.
This post has been edited by Renee: Jul 22 2018, 12:41 PM
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