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Tell me your secrets
Tell me your sorrow
All of your regrets
Your dreams of tomorrow
If I asked you to stay
What would you say
Would you tell me right away
Or make it a game we play
"ladies love when they sit on my face and I tell them I love them"

-Pinnochio
this is not poetry!
clouds were blue and skies were white
we laughed and told stories all night
when the lion saw its prey
it stopped and thought twice

sweetly, you turn to me and say,
'from the moon or millions of miles away
I'd come to you, it would be the only way
to bring meaning to these days'

jumped 30 feet, unbound from the ground
you picked me up when I was down
when you opened up your heart
love was all I found

the amazon became devoid of rain
the musicians had never suffered any pain
the painter's shirt didn't have a single stain
the ocean silent, bereft of waves
an oldies jawn
I have a notebook dedicated just to you
Every page is blank
smoking like a fired arm
slave to smooth long legged charm
half of the bottle's already gone
a few more sips wouldn't harm
well, what's wrong with a little destruction

what's wrong with some gasoline and combustion

dam up all emotions and **** it all to hell

i fantasize you croak like toad, in ditch, six feet you fell
Is not the reflection in the mirror
it's the image we put into it
Some things will only find you when you're not seeking them.
They prefer to find you.
Like happiness, like joy.
These feelings cannot be kept or stored away like some sentimental keepsakes.
Instead, they can be appreciated and cherished in every moment that they choose to arrive.

-Rhia Clay
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