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Drunk-in Love

She pushes all the right buttons as I take flight I can’t sleep soundly till I see her at night She’s the reason I don’t like sleeping alone She’s the reason why I Ignore the phone It’s her I think … Continue reading

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The Final Hour

Looking for a masculine touch She picked his brain about the disdain of remembering stuff… He didn’t mean to stumble too much, By the time they got to intimacies She’d just sit there and blush… Looking for a partner to … Continue reading

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Rinse, Repeat

Start: begin on your journey Over: the hill with no upside in sight Start: climbing, reaching, crawling as they say. No attempt, no results Over: the hill with no peak in sight Start: panting, painstaking steps Over: the hill with … Continue reading

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Untitled

With just under two hours to submit two assignments, I was in the heart of crunch time. Typing 100 words per minute in a vacant classroom, a young man enters, says hello and heads to the back of the class. … Continue reading

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Rejection; A Dish Best Served With Alcohol

He sits, dead-locked, fixated on nothing in particular. His eyes are open, but his ears are focused. So intensely he could hear a monk whisper.

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Breaking Bad

“That’s it” she pants, rolling over from an exhilarating experience. No heart on her sleeve Just an S on her chest Stands for Sexual deviance Off the high of romance Lust is in the air I can’t begin to explain … Continue reading

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Crossroads

I’m 8% sure this is a good idea. Hmm… The word that represents the construction of a thought. I struggle to formulate my words, obsessed with the concept of being heard. Sometimes life moves too fast for us to think. … Continue reading

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Desire: the lost chapters (Her Inhibition)

He looks at me as if he could peer through a crowd of a hundred people and still spot me. He looks at me as if we we’re the only two people in this room. It’s like he knows what … Continue reading

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