Bog
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The Dawn In Early Song
Little things they sting,I hear Angels, they sing.I miss the arms of gentle touchand gazing eyes softness brings. After pulsing softness,heat and passion breath,I miss conversation there arethings need said that are left. Hand and hand a mealbesides and forget let’s makeall the idle talk left fakeand move to the future let’s take. The worlds Continue reading
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As The World Burns We Smile…Regards, Raven
If you want to know what really makes me mad: Is when people who know the right thing to do, who have the capability to do something about it and don’t, I don’t understand. No need laboring in thought over it. I’d rather labor over enjoyable thoughts. It is innate that we as a species Continue reading
About Me
Shadows of my old self.
RMC 