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 my eyes see snippets in the thick of the night, nostrils inhaling the charm of the wind as I muse the stars [read more] |
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bliss is hardly seen in this tedious life either man is blind or his hope resigned seeing only the things in black and white what little fai... [read more] |
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sticky hands after playing the bubble gum [read more] |
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the sky glares to the nativity of my child [read more] |
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on swing her locks go to and fro [read more] |
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by the mountainside foehn rolls with the dragonflies [read more] |
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squally afternoon grasses stoop to the wind’s pivot [read more] |
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his majesty on waterbed in a snap of his finger everything’s in order [read more] |
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his tongue swirls, too responsive to her needs [read more] |
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high on Grapes her feet in his sip [read more] |
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seeing her dream man her tongue hardened, glued to her palate [read more] |
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the mirror cracks at the sight of my stance [read more] |
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lion’s gawp, assessing his four-legged dominion [read more] |
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In the Garden Blooms of all sorts Where I belong [read more] |
 Day by day I always wonder what is true love? is it a boyfreind or girlfriend? Is it mother and son or son to fathe... [read more] |