It all began with clouds in the sky.We used to call them sheep, horses..Me and my friend,Every other object.Same sync.How would I walk?When there was no friction?It was an awkward tense.

I took a boat down the River ThamesTo meet a secret lover who will remain unnamedThe water's tranquil nature is deceptiveI know if I fell in, I would forever be its captiveMy chest aches with nervous tension.We sent countless...

Lay down on cool cotton sheets In the dimness of the rooms light Drift away and take me with you Press your flesh against mine Even in a dream I long for you Drift

She had the abbyss in her hand.She couldn’t handle this glass.You could hear the flip flops,And the pieces as they scattered around.

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