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“My Tired” My tired stretches outward, and underwhelms. Staunch narcoleptics, snoring pots and pans to beat the band. Slumber robs youth of steady confidence. Methodical metronome, cadence of an old age home, waiting to retire. Sweaty yellow pillowcases carry the weight of the world….
“Lost” I feel the confusion in your kisses. Open mouthed and adrift. A beauty when your sweaty, you drive my madness swift. A desert expedition, a traveling caravan. I’m a gypsy in your harem, a crusader in your land. Your heart is fixed in…
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23 years old girl travelling solo on a motorcycle.
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