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Rose Cliff Feb 2019
At night my mind wanders
I think about the bareness of my legs
The soft rubing of the sheets against them
I think about my underwear the way it feels to wear it
I think about the way it feels to take it off
Then I think about you
Laying here in my empty bed
My empty pillow adorned with your head
Your breath dancing onmy neck
I think about the bareness of my legs
the way they feel against yours
They way your smell encases me
How your eyes melt into an million memories
And a million more emotions
How the thought of you causes such a commotion

Yet I’ve never told you I love you
Qualyxian Quest Mar 2020
Nothingness haunts being
It's true, Jean Paul, so true

But I choose to rebel
And I prefer Camus

Monsieur Mauriac was an artist
God may be one too

I went to Paris onmy honeymoon
C'est Magnifique!
                        Merci beaucoup.

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