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Breeze of cold. A song titled hope. Gulp of and urgent need for a cigarette. Need to sniff more of heavy ylang ylang. The itch of a pain. A war..

If we could only hold hands of each other Without asking for fame Career Money Just hold our hands And run naked through open fields.

You are like smoking a cigarette I am addicted to your kisses and hugs At three am at the park Meanwhile I touch your smooth skin And hear your be..

He knocked on my virtual window Knock knock I just wanted to say hello A smile on my face A light in my eyes Ugh ugh ummm Hello back dear friend..

It looked poetry Was sculpted in his head It was his only muse And I liked that I wanted to dig in there.

Breeze of cold. A song titled hope. Gulp of and urgent need for a cigarette. Need to sniff more of heavy ylang ylang. The itch of a pain.

In spite of the different colors And shapes Of landscapes, It is boring here! A few things happen.

I want to bathe in moonlight tonight I want to take long showers And thrive.