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to watch you birth memories

Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you

a canvas of sensual sexiness

Ignore my words, those carefully strewn pearls I flaunt shamelessly around my neck but you don'..

Those who dance are considered insane by those who cannot hear the music. ― George Carlin

ink spilling onto my palms

Days turn into crows by night that peck at my eyes and dig holes in my composure, tearing at pa..

... a sinner in my thought, a saint in my resolve

Creativity welcomed me with open arms

Nature "whispering sweet nothings in your ear"