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Asymp; Leave a comment. Gina sings, I just want to be with you. And have no better way to say. I love your shoulders while you sleep. The smooth tan youngness of them. Your breaths coming from a place. Untouched by regret, pure and unencumbered. She sighs, wipes the steam from the mirror. And thinks; The problem with having an old soul. Is that you feel old. She eyes her haunches. With disdain, the lines around her eyes critically. Her frame shuffling with the tasks of morning. Beautiful, dark, serene.

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It’s Christmas, My Love. Intro to Christina’s Invitation. The End of the Sidewalk. The Evil Wood Planks. I think she waited all day. Apology to my Muse. Settling Smoke – edit. Untitled – cracked sky. Poem in a Bowl. Ruth – v1. Scott – pt. 1. Stan – pt. 1. Truth – pt1, V1. Truth – pt1, v2. Nothing – pt.1 – DARK. Down in the Depths. Alunia and the White. Music, the Tubes. Caving – pt1. And we smiled the entire time. August 9, 2015. Is it as simple as that –. A few hours of who I am. For a morsel of bread?

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It’s Christmas, My Love. Intro to Christina’s Invitation. The End of the Sidewalk. The Evil Wood Planks. I think she waited all day. Apology to my Muse. Settling Smoke – edit. Untitled – cracked sky. Poem in a Bowl. Ruth – v1. Scott – pt. 1. Stan – pt. 1. Truth – pt1, V1. Truth – pt1, v2. Nothing – pt.1 – DARK. Down in the Depths. Alunia and the White. Music, the Tubes. Caving – pt1. And we smiled the entire time. September 14, 2016. There was never really a choice. April 16, 2016. The sun cannot see me.

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It’s Christmas, My Love. Intro to Christina’s Invitation. The End of the Sidewalk. The Evil Wood Planks. I think she waited all day. Apology to my Muse. Settling Smoke – edit. Untitled – cracked sky. Poem in a Bowl. Ruth – v1. Scott – pt. 1. Stan – pt. 1. Truth – pt1, V1. Truth – pt1, v2. Nothing – pt.1 – DARK. Down in the Depths. Alunia and the White. Music, the Tubes. Caving – pt1. And we smiled the entire time. February 23, 2015. It is quite a thing for man. To dethrone the gods. An Object of Wonder.

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It’s Christmas, My Love. Intro to Christina’s Invitation. The End of the Sidewalk. The Evil Wood Planks. I think she waited all day. Apology to my Muse. Settling Smoke – edit. Untitled – cracked sky. Poem in a Bowl. Ruth – v1. Scott – pt. 1. Stan – pt. 1. Truth – pt1, V1. Truth – pt1, v2. Nothing – pt.1 – DARK. Down in the Depths. Alunia and the White. Music, the Tubes. Caving – pt1. And we smiled the entire time. February 23, 2015. It is quite a thing for man. To dethrone the gods. An Object of Wonder.

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