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I feel the colors on my wall those silent memories of mine. In touch with the organized mess I've surrounded myself with. My finger tips glide and create presents for me to look at. Perhaps I'll share them when I wish to see smiles and connect with someone while looking to listen to the needs of beautiful people. The taste of pizza lingers on my lips like my favorite lyrics. Tomato kiss myself to satiation. I'll moan in gluttonous relief. I've got a library scattered amongst my sheets, smells of distant worlds. Pages that take me to perfumed forests and putrid blood baths. There's no need for the sensory deprivation that I've once endured. Though lonely at times, my room is true comfort in solitude.
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Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC
Sweet Silent Solitude
I feel the colors on my wall those silent memories of mine. In touch with the organized mess I've surrounded myself with. My finger tips glide and create presents for me to look at. Perhaps I'll share them when I wish to see smiles and connect with someone while looking to listen to the needs of beautiful people. The taste of pizza lingers on my lips like my favorite lyrics. Tomato kiss myself to satiation. I'll moan in gluttonous relief. I've got a library scattered amongst my sheets, smells of distant worlds. Pages that take me to perfumed forests and putrid blood baths. There's no need for the sensory deprivation that I've once endured. Though lonely at times, my room is true comfort in solitude.
#alone#solitude#singlelife
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tntcl
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC
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