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A caramel colored God.The scent of woodlands laced with cashmere.The smell of your skin, intoxicating.You make me feverish.You stir within me a longin..
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back and forth,intervals, oscillations,curves and tantrums of the unexplained.paranoia, yes. frustration.even moreso.swaddled in the confusion of myst..
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It's that time again. Your six month mark is up. You pop pills like Pez, and drink beer like chocolate milk. You feel your mind slowly growing into tw..
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Sorrow is a dull and rusted harp,no longer peeling with angelic laughter.Tears dripping down into the chambers of your heart,forever that harp,stuck b..
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Sometimes, you just wake up. Your mind has been running for years, fingers cold and numb...anger reddening your ears...Solitude tempting your thoughts..
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Pleasure is a new pair of shoes.A new start on new feet.That demanding squeak..New puddles, new places.A new canvas to paint your travels and adventur..
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It’s mid-July. The sun is falling across your face from the
sliding glass doors in the basement. You sit up and realize I’m not sitting
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Barren feet. Red from running,slapping concrete,blistered from sleeplessness.Light, bony, starving fingers,hard and numb, tracing the wallsof your tho..
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Sometimes I wonder what love trulyfeels like;to want to spend your life withsomeone,wake every day to a lovely, smilingface....that gradually grows so..
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I don't know who I am anymore.With hell so near, andpain so clear...I could swear my heart still wants you.Bitter tears curving along saddened,gaunt, ..
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