Demon in my bed,You give me dreamsThat have me chasedRunningFor yearsAbductingMy freedom…
A dearth of words,My heart spurts,The lively light,Sometimes too bright.
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Let it slip out of your hands just trust the divine plansthat will bring you to your dreams down an easy magic…
I love the way my toes tap against my flip-flopsWhen I walk down the street.
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Listening to a group of people talking about what they wanted in life and one word was…
Why is it thatwhen on days the bravery flows in my veinslike the furious oceanic waves,gulping down everything that comes in the wayand…
Bukowski said that people look like flowers… I think I agree.