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You might know my face I have walked these streets countless nights before. Broken bottles and litter have become an ambiance of home. Streetli..

Her brown hair falls softly upon her rose colored checks. His ten fingers are stretched and ready to do the job they came to do. Her smile is br..

Everyone aspires something Anything that will help their individual puzzle piece fit into life's puzzle. My piece sits atop the puzzle It has n..

Her body aches for a touch she has not felt. She yearns for something... anything he would do with his hands. Allow your lips to expl..

The rain softly kisses her cheek from outside her car, she closes her eyes tightly. Let the rain be absorbed by her skin. Allow it to slowly ..

Stings in the form of letters An alphabetic depression surfaces quickly Mindful thinking will not suffice Save someone, but never me Shock me..

Her eyes are smudged Legs are scratched Her knees feel weak Begging has become a friend So public yet she feels hidden Behind lies and liquor..

Fingers have never explored Eyes have never stared without fabric present Eyes closed tight, she imagines a suddle touch The moving of her hair ..

Sitting still breathing heavy Searching inside for something that shines light upon this new view of life. Yourself, inside you. It's the only answ..

Cruelty in the form of truth. No wishes just a prayer for change. Kill my optimism and leave my untampered soul.