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Got the jitters. Pushing myself here. "Change is good," rambles inside me head. But there's always a smidge of doubt left over, clanking it's way through my daily routine. Only time will tell.
The notes fill the room and I cannot believe it is your fingers caressing the keys that make such wonderful music.
The scars left behind are irreparable. Protruding, infected, hurting, in a terrible state.
Colors abound in your aura. Sharp rays of light filter through you and I am left feeling as many emotions as one person has felt in a lifetime.
Through the tracks and through the snow we tread. The horizon is tinted gray with specks of ash. Where will we end up?
I see your face every morning and still discover it anew. Curl up your lips and give me a smile, so simple, so subtle.
This hunger inside me evolves with each day. I think I may be starving myself of the essentials in life. But...how do I feed the void? I'm ravenous.
Happy to be in the place, the time, living every heartbeat. One day it will stop. But for now, I am strung in the moment.
With her head turned a bit, looking back, you can see that sexy shoulder. She doesn't have to show her body, she just needs to be herself.
My personal enemies lay deep within me. The fear of having a bad day. Stepping on the wrong foot. Not succeeding in my efforts.
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