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Love swoons inside a swallowing de… Skin lavishing skin, procuring a… A softness of warmth, a dance of m… Is this merely lust or is it deepe… Like silent songs on my ears with…

“Tis’ ugly an oyster," their wretc… Not like sea horses fair, riding u… Tall and stalwart are they Not like adorning corals blooming… They amuse man’s eyes with their b…

I write freedom with the sound of words, like free motion in wind carrying an eagle in flight. In this modern America I’m tired, because it is the wind we beat down as we hinder the sou...

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I can no longer deny this beauty in emotion, this beauty in my dreams, & these voices inside A voice of whispering doubt, a stunning of fear, ‘twas a stumbling of dreams & a crushing o...

I yearn for these sweet indulgence… Seamless are dreams now bound toge… From springtime bliss to autumn’s… Trees tell our story, oceans prais… Wild floral dress horizons of rebi…

Like the immortal throngs of a whi… She lives within abodes of grace b… Her living wisdom dances on azalea… Her creative expansions climb mead… She glows in dresses of mauve suns…

The death hills rolled in clay Silvery, sheen and sunken stones They seem to whisper amongst a dar… As night lights lushly soak earth’… There is history written upon the…

On the Bedouin of soul fire I wri… Therein lays my heart, my mind, my… Like dipping lilacs on brimming la… The page, a blank-blackness above,… A pen’s aphotic dance dwells on wi…

where do oceans end? Where do galaxies begin? When do mountains stop touching sk… Do trees ever stop dancing so tall… My mind wants to create limits. M…

I found out my artery had torn I had a stroke Pain Dull Stabbing

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