I am the ocean,
swaying under...

Waiting for you
is praying so hard that...

.
my steps - rock n' roll...

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As deeply as I receive your warmth...

.
Writers feel the need to escape reality...

[I'm done twisting over what I
was never meant to change...

Don't tip me over -
I am your feather...

.
I am held...

I don't know how my actions
become moderated by my wishes...

Does he know I lay on piles of thorns
from roses I've held too close...

.
Breathing...

Witches galore, hidden souls ready to soar
cobwebs of the heart can no longer cloud...