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Burning leaves of debris Invoked by the invisible Dance the autumn waltz Blood to the surface Colours the children, whilst Their tiny fingers..

“Faux fur”- well that doesn’tcount! “Darling, you know nothing of luxury,” Soft and heavy, encapsulated within. I..

Where does one feel love? Is it in ones heart? Or ones head? For my heart pumps And my head thinks Yet my heart aches And my head tells me It..

The presence of a wheeled toilet Marks ones last final days So cruel is the death of life Not its presence, but the Nature of its decent upon a ..

Dizzy with the doubts of lost opportunity My stomach swells, the nausea rises causes me to faint I can taste the threat of disease on my tongue ..

Loose at the hip, broad at the shoulder Tracing the crease of his jean with the Fingers he uses to roll our joint Legs, long lean hairy, scar..

Vanilla Lattes 25.10.07 He orded hot chocolate Quite like no other Thick, creamy and intense “…and just an inch” Enough ..

I believe I woke up on the only side available to me I didn’t know it would define the stance I stand to be Some days cloud others are mello..

Like the curve of an angry cobra, she mocks me With no set structure she flexes and changes shape Just two ribs of hard cast shell mark her en..

You a fish, that swims for dreams That weaves through reeds of mystery I am a bull that stands grounded, overlooking Stubborn, faithful and loyal..