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I’m standing aside myself beside I walk along the path holding my cold shaking hand “ it’s over here, turn left, up the steps- ..

What I wish I could say to her

just something written on a whim messing around

Oh, that careless cupid Shooting his liquid arrows Like love was a play thing Piercing my fancy Indulging my fantasies Making me believe That ..

My past is a country in a far off place the population is great and vast There you will walk along evergreen fields smiling flowers in bloom brush..

suicide

Whisking wonders in achaotic blunder. A pinch of love an extra touch makes the mixture that much sweeter I sing and sway like a jubilant culin..

words wasted in habitual conversation

A kiss of emotion desires form In the slender shape of succulent sound Tender thoughts cuddle intimate words sailing softly across the pale moo..

The ocean moans in echos Hear its apical tone Licking the tip of your tongue A salty sweet pugnacity Raging among otherwise calm seas Stretchin..