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“He puts his arm around me, the lights dancing on his dark skin constantly skipping across to mine, planting a myriad of emotions into…

— Poppet

“With a laugh exposing a kissable mouth and perfect teeth, he glances my way again, his entire demeanor tensing for a second, those dark…

— Poppet

“I'm a tundra with wind endlessly blowing a hollow tunnel through me.”

— Poppet

“The soy is seeping through the material like a BP oil slick in a Louisiana swamp.”

— Poppet

“Stapled to her gaze, sucked into the potency of her focus, only the trace of her blood in my mouth reassures me this is…

— Poppet

“He's going to bite me! Instantly the last light in the room fades out as if announcing the reign of darkness.”

— Poppet

“In truth the issue is that we are so powerful what we believe becomes our reality.”

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“Holding my hands, kissing the palms, his smile is ecstatic, jubilant, adoring, and the song playing speaks for him, “Have you ever seen the…

— Poppet

“Free your mind, Jowendrhan. A cage is only a cage as long as you believe it is.”

— Poppet

“Hold tight, and I promise to do the same. We don't need a safety net Zena. We have each other.”

— Poppet

“Not that I did, bang her that is. I’m not saying I wouldn’t, how could I ever be sure about something like that?”

— Poppet

“Who are you? Your angel. Vengeance.”

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“Terror starts picking at the seams of my mind, throwing hateful words like rapture and holocaust at me.”

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“m possessed, gripping her head and looking at the deep crimson bruise on her neck, fading to black at the edges. Her wrists are…

— Poppet

“she shakes her head, fisting hands into my t-shirt and sobbing into my neck. And all I can think about is how good this…

— Poppet