my sweater is the color of a copper sun, her warmth transfers to me as if powered by one, and her sleeves…
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How can I achieve. What is pleasure. What is peace. Sounds so wonderful.
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Summer is the season of lust and life but fall is where I choose to thrive. The heat that fuels others only…
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I am an Ocean A constant force of back and forth Pressing against the warm grains of sand Retreating back to my…
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I’m speaking about my confidence Saying I’m going to change then do the opposite Why can’t my brain be dominant? My heart…
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‘Near the ashen-bruised fireside to where I reside A song of howling wind pursues outside While the trees are swept at last…