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Doing something that makes noise. And the weird thing is that most of the time while I was reading it I was vaguely annoyed by it. Also, and I feel like this is going to come off. Remotely feminine about any of them.
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A new poem is up. Please let me know what you think. Icy wind is all I feel inside of me. Burned from the frost incasing my heart. Night has come eternal and I can not get free. Cold is the door that is frozen shut. Icy the knob that turns no more. Walls slick white, frosted paint. Clear as glass; the icy floor. Gardens of flowers once bloomed so bright.
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Pen and paper are the bread and butter of my soul. I hold you, my beautiful butterfly,. In the cocoon of my arms. The wings of freedom dance. In your irises, as moonlight. Reflects off the lenses of your soul. Your touch, so gentle,. Flutters across my flesh,. And I know that you set me free. Sweat slithers slowly down your spine. Snake my hands around your waist,. Deeper and deeper I go with you.