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Each new horizon is a losing battle
I drown my sorrows in a whiskeyed sea...
where the sun begins,
and you end...
my head atop your chest, inundated with the sound
of your beating heart, i whimper and instinctively...
sprawled across the bed, your bosom
rises and collapses, like your one deep...
A writer not only writes what the writer feels but the writer can also feel what the writer writes
Being in love is like playing with fire you always get burned
Must keep my eyes open, can't fall asleep yet, I'm widely wake, but for how long?