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Smell the sweetly scented depth where the seeds took root, Secured in the leather bound embrace That promises, always, to invite you inside. What a..

Sing a thousand songs in the church of your grace! And watch the melodies find their home Buried beneath the synagogue ..

WHAT'S UP WISCONSIN? laying in bed. kind of depressed today. DON'T BE DEPRESSED! YOU'RE WAY TOO HOT TO BE DEPRESSED. :) ARE YOU MISSING JIMMY? ..

i have no words to tell you i have no way to speak i have no more to give i have no pain to feel i have no lies to tell i have no reasons ..

I HEART YOU i want to cuddle COME OVER TO MY PLACE i don't have a car. SHE SAYS BE CAREFUL WITH MY SKIN...IT'S WHERE MY SOUL BEGINS... what d..

god he hates me because he loves me because i love him because i'm not well because i know better because i hate me. because my head is wrong. ..

there is lavender in the sky a field of purple hiding behind clouds. illuminated by moonlight , casting shadows on the frozen lake the seasons mel..

mythodical loss and tantric tears without pause, without cause no longer have the appeal of words once whispered with unabashed embrace & ..

the disconnect lasts only for a day. i think it's safe to say, "it'll be okay.". but in a world of black or white all i see is grey. ..

scepters and sashes are not enough to rule the world licorice, posies and ashes will never stop the kingdom from falling down a crown and a ..