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Dancing with the Devil, she serves his wishes well.
By night she walks among us, his promises to keep.
Seducing and enchanting those who chance to sleep too deep.

Her table groans with luschious sins
And those who dine awaken, beside the Devils armchair
Betrothed, by she forsaken.

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Esmirelda

Contributed by softerware on Tuesday, 11th June 2019 @ 02:08:17 AM in AEST
Topic: insomniac

In a well, deep In Hell, Esmirelda dwells.
Dancing with the Devil, she serves his wishes well.
By night she walks among us, his promises to keep.
Seducing and enchanting those who chance to sleep too deep.

Her table groans with luschious sins
And those who dine awaken, beside the Devils armchair
Betrothed, by she forsaken.

Copyright © softerware ... [ 2019-06-11 02:08:17]
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Re: Esmirelda (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Tuesday, 11th June 2019 @ 01:39:18 PM AEST
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Lovely and dark.
It seems lately we are in sync.
With thoughts such as these its better not to sleep.

Re: Esmirelda (User Rating: 1 )
by ingeniusidiot on Thursday, 13th June 2019 @ 12:07:25 PM AEST
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To some im sure that when they saw the title that
the thought of the gypsy from The Hunchback of
Notre Dame crossed their minds..I know it did mine.
But youve gone and transformed her into a sort of
succubus. It appears that dark thoughts and insomia
travel hand in hand.
Youre able to transport a reader to a different realm
using just a few words where I have to basically
write a novel. Brilliant as always my friend.

Rich

Re: Esmirelda (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 30th June 2019 @ 09:19:13 AM AEST
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It is the shoe.
there is only one perfect shoe that fits,
and you cannot buy it with all the money
on this Green Earth,
the old cobbler said.
And his good wife said yes that very night
after all the leathers and all the yarns were put
away. A long hard year, filled with struggle, and possibly another yet to come. And together they both smiled.
And nestled together, both snoring louder as they breathed unevenly.
It was the shoe. Just like Ed Sullivan said.
But she was his equal, better than, he knew
first hand, he did.
Peace!

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