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The tonic of my life that keeps my blood from boiling
heats rapidly beneath the surface of my skin and criesby Folklor 13 lines, 2 comments, on Oct 28 8:56 AM -
You are a perfect stranger to me
you've become a spitting image of what you want to beby Folklor 23 lines, 1 comment, on Oct 27 2:44 PM -
Deliberately lost in the silent spaces between the words
guessing how they would sound if they were heard by youby Folklor 18 lines, 2 comments, on Oct 22 7:38 AM -
Every single inch of me
still working onby Folklor 8 lines, 2 comments, on Oct 17 5:32 AM -
by Folklor 3 lines, 5 comments, on Oct 14 3:33 PM
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by Folklor 9 lines, 3 comments, on Oct 14 7:09 AM
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