

spilled winespilled wine
he dances a kind of genius against white walls; all prim and branched out
the fireplace, calm as the setting sun, carries me
to
him
fingers sweep each other collecting dead skin and dialogue
we giggle like short-lived kids
playing with drugs
his smile vintage, his lips dry as cocoa mix now moist as dew ki
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Poetry is truly boundless. It is my passion, writing to you, that is. I am the canvas.
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my poetry, lemon
both bitter and tart
you decide the taste of my art
©iampoetry
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Always, your work is the same: You have to tell a story, you have to make a character. It doesn't matter if there are thousands of dollars, millions behind it, or if there is nothing. -Elena Anaya"
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Words are not capable of describing,
The injustice on this forsaken planet,
And I bet, as the end is nearing,
even the apocalypse can't cure it.
--
Always, your work is the same: You have to tell a story, you have to make a character. It doesn't matter if there are thousands of dollars, millions behind it, or if there is nothing. -Elena Anaya"
--
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Ooh, Mr. Todd! (kiss)
I'm so happy! (kiss)
I could (kiss)Eat you up, I really could!
You know what I'd like to do, Mr. Todd? (kiss)
What I dream (kiss)
If the business stays as good?
Where I'd really like to go, i
im not a spammers
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Born in the Wrong Decade
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DesigN Is PleasuRe
~MMUindonesia
~Nikon-Minded
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