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I wonder how your birthday suit would taste On Groundhogs Day I'm curious how cool your touching hands In our peppered moods? And yet I thin..

I found a stone among the rocks, The stone was smooth, the rocks were rough To the touch - a diamond it's not, But worth more for it will ..

Would-Be Buddhist (10w) One Masters Death By living Life With Third Eye UnBlinded.

The Familist Were you but my familiar, charmed A chain and cross for the Quietist Oh Love, we will not suffer such Were you a kept vigil, an..

The Light Gifted Days Midas Dark skinned Brilliant Souls' Effulgence.

My Non-Other Me (spoken word) By Butch Decatoria Leave behind such face/ Book dependencies / the addictive additives In cyber web paradigms ..

Skipping stone on lake Swiftly sinks in the deep end, Shores will feel it's wake.

It would be rude to Ask his mother (running to market for syringes) Ask if he was crooked coming out A broken bambino, was he? Santino and his ..

Outside his grandfather's bungalow in the quaint Floridian retirement community of "Whispering Willows", the boy was shredding on his skateboard,..

Veil of black viscose Curtains for the widow's tears. Shades the world in gray.