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The girl is alive I can’t help but promise to lay still underneath her hypnotic spell. She puts her tiny hands half over my eyes, and still, the light dissapears. There’s no chance in returning to the defeated, perhaps I’ve been claimed. Taken by her cruel kind of love, still, she asks I stand perfectly…

Life has a story all its own and in all honesty there’s no room to complain especially when we see the others struggling. Too deep to reach the bottom it’s the bluest water one has ever seen. I wonder if life has a remedy cleanser next week we’ve all been warned a treacherous virus has…

Connect the electrical cord to the base of my wrists you could flip the switch whenever you wanted to give me the shock of my life. I prefer to wear Tom Ford me and my manageable look I’ve been chasing for years now. There’s always someone chasing right along side me I could never have…

There on the bathroom floor one can clearly count the hours spent heaped up in piles. Obviously, she loves more than most, even if, she’s always in a hurry to run and disappear. I’m not sure her love that’s so strewn about will ever be enough, but I guess I remind her of every time…

The repeating has begun again. What started out as some vacant whisper has managed to force its way back into my mind. No one has me so trapped inside I gently say your name just before bed. I close my eyes get all shut down lying perfectly still and start to remember just how you…