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Born in the moment between a heart and a blank page, lacking in professional accountability, the lines grew; a sporadic journey, short may it..

I seek not your chill or your lips that taste salty but I allow your waves to caress stopping at drowning my only request for I have a home, a her..

Forget the belief that gives you hope for life is cruel with no guarantees on how you are left standing.

Mosquito squadron leader, do you read me over? Yes HQ loud and clear. Flying over site of interest now Sir. What is your subject, over? We did a ..

He who plays with evolution will certainly die artificially.

I had to jump books I was in the wrong story I couldn’t turn the page I was undercover between the lines.

Today hangs dangling over the cliffs of time with yesterday below one looks above to the heavens for tomorrow.

Where will I go if there is no hell for heaven can wait.

Okay you lot, gather around. This is an exercise. I want to see some emotion running through your makeup. I want blood! On the count of three ..

We have two legs to ride on four saddled by burdens horseshoes travel on making hay while the sun shines the stable empty.