Category: bosom
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The End… Kind Of
He ran from the truth Encouraged by youth Found his body clung to spiderwebs Living void of love Call him the walking dead Despite dreams and hopes He lives in pain instead She changed, he changed and they changed But the love remains The years they lost Connected to the epiphany they gained We will…
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Reflection: Breaths Of Time
Breaths of Time In the pit of my ample bosom, my heart beats slowly yet it stirs at the sound of your voice. I miss it. The deep vibrato is laced with the rhythmic pace only known to skilled orators. I would pay money to record the riffs of your vocal progressions. The memories of…
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We Drink the Tea
We Drink the Tea we submerge our notion of eternity into a steaming kettle the whistle charges through the house like a preposterous bull in a rodeo we strain the vitality of forever from forest foliage tinted in shiny emerald splendor the aroma of tart acidic, loose leaf entices the senses we inhale paradise……
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