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MY HEART BURNS by Jeremiah Kauffman

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The Teardrop by Jeremiah Kauffman   –

My heart burns tonight. My heart burns every night.Too weak to face the day, it seeks shelter but does not find it.                by Jeremiah Kauffman                 http://jeremiahkauffman.deviantart.com

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LIGHTENING by Jeremiah Kauffman

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The Chalice by Jeremiah Kauffman

           Lightening threads it’s way through the maze of logic; it has feet made of children, has eyes made of gold, and an age of five million six hundred thousand ninety-eight two hundred seventy and four.                                                        —–         by Jeremiah Kauffman             http://jeremiahkauffman.deviantart.com

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ARCHWAY

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The Arch by Jeremiah Kauffman

                       In Hell, there exists a great place of wealth and erudition. It is a building constructed by the rich architectural firm of Jacques. It is here, at the entrance to a great antechamber, that one may stand directly before it, far enough back so that he is in danger of falling in the nearby precipice, at which point, looking up and ahead, he is capable of viewing the most magnificent archway ever created.        by Jeremiah Kauffman      http://jeremiahkauffman.deviantart.com      pernetrope11828jkart@outlook.com

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ZHANAR SLEEPS IN MY BED!

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Zhanar by Jeremiah Kauffman     

Zhanar sleeps in my bed!             My bed is my home. My bed is my home…….. To my dreams that live in my brain and to the pleasure of my parts. My bed is the center of existence. It is quaking……..  My bed quakes with the soul of a strange woman named Zhanar. I enjoy this name- Zhanar- I love her slightly brown legs. She has slightly brown legs and slightly brown behind. She moves in her sleep. Isee her feet. She moves.         I kissed her the day she left, but now she is gone. I miss her, but I know she is around somewhere……….  Showing her being to those around, but to me she will always be this strange woman, with dark legs and dark behind, her feet in my bed. I would kiss her many times.      by Jeremiah Kauffman                                    —   contact: pernetrope11828jkart@outlook.com             http://jeremiahkauffman.deviantart.com

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THE INSECT KING

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Horns by Jeremiah Kauffman

         This is the land  of perversion, ruled by the Insect King, who flies the flag of black and white, creating color in the world where there is none. You are blind, blind to everything, but he makes the bug move in your bowels.                                              – —          by Jeremiah Kauffman          contact: pernetrope11282jkart@outlook.com       http://jeremiahkauffman.deviantart.com

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A PLACE CALLED HERE

untitled_drawing_mheads-1                                                                           M-heads  by Jeremiah Kauffman                                                                       —                                                                                                                                                                                                      —     I once dreamt of a place called here, but only when it, the dream, came to cease, did I realize that in this dreamworld was the only place where I had ever been.       by Jeremiah Kauffman                          http://jeremiahkauffman.deviantart.com

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