Amber Memory Pt 4

by Merdy   Feb 3, 2012


He had used the slightest tap of a single finger to destroy my primitive sense of love, like flickering over the first of a set of dominoes. From then on my ability to love was maimed. The most adorable creatures in the world could not stir it... It became impotent. "when I began my ceaseless quest for women, it was actually a quest for feelings inside me that would enable me to love."

November 20, 2011

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