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Naked skin that I touch,Naked skin that I lick,Naked Skin wich upon I sinSoft, warm, naked
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Time come and done,the place, the time, the space,no coincidence,just what he saw is what there was,reality, raw naked reality,is this not better than..
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"You ugly son of a b***h, got ya" he yelled as he threw an old tennis shoe at the mosquito. His rancid laugh echoed through his room, he was victorio..
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Angry is the music, angry is the soul Beast like lungs blowing trough, creating melody, turning noise into spirit Long lost memories, found..
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Stomping the ground the great steps of the crowd roar through the streets,a mass, a formless mass of hurried figures, archaic, ghostly figures rushing..
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"S**t" he thought to himself, for he had again forgotten his pack of cigarettes in the back seat of his car, he was a bit late and he wouldn't go back..
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A short remembrance of insomnia and tiredness
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A mock of nausea
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An experiment on spontaneous prose, from the inside to anyone who may read it, thanks
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Spontaneous prose, I feel (as always) extremely nervous about feedback, I'm trying to find my place in writing and I dream about dedicating my life to..
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