

Sweet Nothingsyou have morning breath and you shower me with love... may I have some more?Sweet Nothings


Form as Inspirationswift swish-stroke, poetry pours on paper O! but slow are words to come yet in my head, they rise (like bread) and strike my senses dumb.Form as Inspiration
dip, dribble dip-dash, prose prickles into place with Haste! the words now duly rush but in my heart, they fade (like art) from favour and suspense.
Alas! she's gone! my muse has died! and flown whence muses go. when next, my pen will paper prick, only the muses know.
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I'm just a Normally Twisted girl living in this Twisted place we call Home.
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