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There is not much you can do about it. A bee is just like a bee. Will wander around the garden. Will chase after her own affair. Flowers.

There is an underground story When i see this juvenile olive in bloom. Of lines, Of angles, Of raindrops, Abstract that is left unsaid.

Anytime she would see The branches of aloe vera, She would be caught by surprise; Those tall, moist, freckled branches; She would swear They ..

He did throw the sperm on my back! And it wouldn’t stop coming out. It gave me a sense of fascination, And lewd. I can not explain objective..

You existed yesterday Today you are not You come and shout in my face It is easy to understand I am an angel In this fleeting world.

I had a dream yesterday. There was a fire at school. The people looked at it indifferently And were swept by the flames The tables and chairs&hel..

The texture of their love, More and more looked like circles on water to me. Presuming it was there, As soon as i touched it, It disappeared

You come stubborn. Computer graffiti! Fire pool! Dazzling! Shocking! Soothing! You leave me without words… Little I am. So little, As ..

I go every night in the window to look at it. Little bud that grows each day. Today it looked white like silk. Jasmine is expected to bloom. I can..

All i could think in my head, Was to run! Find something to catch on, and just run! …Run! Run! Run!