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I am free when I ride my bike. When I can turn on my playlist on and ride my bike… Read more
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We all hope itTrue. We all sing to ourEgo. We all beatbox Wishes. We all killSoftly. Read more
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For all the ways I’m asked to be intelligent, I am truly a simple man. I fumble through the dark.… Read more
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We don’t really know each other and we’re not quite strangers. If I’m anything to anyone, I want to believe… Read more
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What is it about the dark Berryville so much for who we are? The unmasking that is inevitable once veiled… Read more
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I was summoned by their hum. Not by strangers, by familiar voices in crescendo. Thick Summer heat, the mumbling of… Read more
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A mango as present Invites applause from tasteLeaving lockers suckHow does sweet feel?Little hairs in mine Tang a swirling parade… Read more
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Hope is just desire with her Church cloths on. You say you can’t die, with lipsVirgin to living. On a… Read more
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I saw something I’ve never seen before. Something more rare than a four-leaf clover, a gaggle of midnight colored swans.… Read more
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Sweet asterism pourUnravel bitter water Nurture as nature Read more