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Historical Anthology – I never knew the past was this Scary…

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Sins of the Past [Kindle Edition]

Chasity Nicole (Author), Debbie Manber Kupfer (Author), Sunila Vig (Author), Matt Lovell (Author), Kerry Black (Author), Laura Cowan (Author), Don Miskel (Author), N.M. Scuri (Author), Kristin Roahrig (Author), J. Kendall (Author)

Sins of the Past is a collection of seventeen historical horror short stories. Each story occurs within a different time period and is based off of factual events that have occurred in the past, only with a few changes to what actually happened.

If I Die Tomorrow

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If I die tomorrow,
And you were not there,
I would miss the last kiss,
From my lady fair.

If I die tomorrow,
And you were far away,
I would long for your presence,
Hoping for another day.

Life together is precious,
Life without you is nothing,
Hold me close my dear,
And kiss me while we are near.

It’s just you…

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How is it that I feel,
Like a new man,
What’s the deal?

I see things totally new,
When I’m with you,
Nothings blue,

I look and behold,
A crazy man
I am told,

So, what did you do,
Cast a spell,
Drug me with,
Your alluring smells,

Or is it you’re just you,
A beautiful person,
Giving me life anew.

I See

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Love heart shape. Amour concept

In the morning hours I see,
My love next to me,
Her hair soft and light,
Her eyes loving and bright.

With lips full and lush,
She kisses me.

In the evening hours I see,
My love next to me,
Her hand I hold dear,
My heart has no fear,

With lips full and lush,
She kisses me.

In the midnight hours I see,
My love next to me,
She dreams in quite slumber,
I smile in awe and wonder.

With love and thankfulness,
I kiss her.

Ribbons and Bows

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What is it,
That I see?
In the years,
Long behind me.

What is it,
That is there?
In the years,
That I care.

What is it,
Love or hate,
In the years,
I uncrate.

She is there,
With me still.
In my mind
Love that wills.

I turn to see,
Her smiling face,
I feel the,
Gentleness of her grace,

What it is,
I must know,
Why she lingers,
My love it grows.

What is it,
That I feel,
When about her,
A kiss I steal.

Sleeping on pillows,
Covered with bows,
Wonderful dreams,
I tickled each toe,

One to another,
We did wed,
Made love,
On a silken bed.

Twilights last whimper,
We did hear,
But then alas,
You cried my dear.

What is it then,
That I seek,
Looking back,
Feeling so weak.

What is it then,
I want to hold,
You are gone,
With the ribbons and bows…