welcome to the mind of 17 year old Mike crody.
The relm of which all in which he decides is possible no language is in stone.
born in the year of the lord
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Poems reread Words never said Your kiss lingers on my lips Your silk skin beneath my finger tips Shackled by distance my passion grows A starving beast, he knows his feast Although he knows not when The beast knows his fate The beast craves forever his mate