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A lack of inertia It haunts me, these days Yet also it’s nice Just to rest and to laze. Was it not four short months ago That I would...

My love, I must go I must follow my heart Cross rivers, burn bridges, Make beautiful art, Yet the Harvest moon rises And glints in your...

Your lips on my neck, A rose, Soon give way to Thorny stem. It reminds me of The time I was a dog And fetched the stick so many times I...