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Poetry rolls off my tongue like a cloud, And full of clouds I am- Airhead. My whole world is a sky. Inhaling thick smoke, choking..

A prose piece.

Nothing belongs to me except for the way I love you. I’m gay down to my soul and nothing else is mine, but my love, my gayne..

Oh boy, trust me I know what it’s like to like a girl who doesn’t like you back because she never can and never wil..

This is really a prose piece but that's not an option

Her eyes roll back into the ocean of her mind Lids crashing like the tides I have each hand pressing into the back of her thighs so ..

I’m the sultry blue moon that everyone wants to see. A harmless glimpse or evil stare before withering away back to their ignor..