

Skin SquaredI still rememberSkin Squared
the taste of your lips And the touch
of your skin Feeling your body
warm against mine Creamy white skin
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ThiefShining brightly in the misty twilight I felt you dancing the dance I stalked closer for a better look And you spun on with grace divineThief
My eyes were stunned with what they saw I saw you dancing the dance I stalked closer for a better sniff And your perfume nearly knocked me out
My nose was pleased with what it smelled I breathed your perfume in I stalked closer to listen well And your words entranced me fully
My ears were ringing from your words I was caught in your sweet voice I stalked closer to touch your skin And your touch shoc


BurnBurn. Watch me start up and burn to ashes. Burn. Feel me waste away to nothing. Burn. Light my fuse and run away. Why must you always burn me? How do you make me flammable? Burn my heart when I miss you. Burn my eyes when I see you. Burn my hand when I touch you. Fuel my fire and hope you don't burn too.Burn


The Voice No. 1With no more than a gun and a guitar, Sighter Landon traveled the countryside seeking out justice for those who were not able to seek it out themselves. He was a protector to the weak and a guardian to the small. He had single handedly defeated seventy men in the Battle of Locust Point and outmatched three marshals of Dulane. He was a man among men and a hero to many others. It was prophesized in the oracles ramblings that no man alive could defeat him in battle. As his legend grew, so did his prowess with bullet and song. Yet, one thing could and ultimately did defeat the Man withThe Voice No. 1


AftertasteSitting by the phone watching the skyline grow dark.Aftertaste
Bright bursts of color long gone, the sunsets never last long.
She sighs and stifles a sob. She counted every second apart and keeps the light off. She's fading gently and almost forgets to breathe.
Faulty eyesight, and her heart skips a beat.
The bedroom warps to another time and place, some place safe. It didn't hurt to say "I love you" then. It was always welcomed with a smile on his lips. She'd stare for hours into his eyes, little did she know even beautiful things lie. He'd kiss her forehead and stroke her cheek. &n
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It takes a lot of imagination to be a good photographer.
You need less imagination to be a painter because you can invent
things. But in photography everything is so ordinary; it takes
a lot of looking before you learn to see the extraordinary.
~ D
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It takes a lot of imagination to be a good photographer.
You need less imagination to be a painter because you can invent
things. But in photography everything is so ordinary; it takes
a lot of looking before you learn to see the extraordinary.
~ D
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Here's to falling asleep miles apart
and never being alone
Here's to drinking in the moment
and learning to stand or fall on your own.
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Here's to falling asleep miles apart
and never being alone
Here's to drinking in the moment
and learning to stand or fall on your own.
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