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When I'm outside smoking a cigarette my mind races with ideas. They hit me hard and they just keep coming all the way until the last drag. Each sea..

Just a quicky

another quickie

How is it that anyone can be denied? The things that you and I will dream up tomorrow and anything we say will never be so close your eyes and p..

How can something so loveley hold so much fear? And how can something so bitter hold so much sorrow? I know how words like these can make you shed..

Taken and alone. Why does she think about me? Maybe I'm plan B? Should I ask or wait? Maybe I'm getting it wrong. True beauty clouds thoug..

American girl with your eyes there so blue Im just not sure if i can keep my hands off of you laugh and ya sing as you lie in the sand if you..

Our character is seen walking from a back yard to his car parked on the street Its 1am and the nights activities are done and all the gues..

Poetry about a british smoke

what goes through my head