48/Maintenance Bay 1001
I bleep, therefore, I bloop.
16/M
Writing from the quiet corners of the mind. New to poetry. Always observing.
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"Warmth, perfume, rugs, soft lights, books. They do not appease me." - Anais Nin
42/M/Washington State
18/F/Seattle
I never claimed to be a poet, yet still I write
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39/M/The Desert
I am an artist. I am an alchemist. I am a master mechanic. I am a son. I am a brother. I am Michael. I …