There is a fine line between longing to be near, and wanting to erase your entire existence from every crevice of my mind. I walk this line unwillingly. I am a novice with words. I have none of the ones I need tell you what you mean- none of the words that will make a …

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I wanted to pose with flowers Draped all over my body. Complimentary to me, or I to them. I wanted to lay on the back of a tiger That I would call King Khan, and go on Journeys with him through his world. And have birds of paradise in my room, That would sing me …

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